吹水筆記 - BlowNote

What people think of Chinese New Year holidays...

2012-01-30T01:08:00.002+08:00

What my parents think of my Chinese New Year Holidays

What my Teachers think of my Chinese New Year Holidays

What I hope to be doing on my Chinese New Year Holidays

What I actually did during Chinese New Year

There goes my Chinese New Year... where're my red packet money?!

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2012-01-28T00:50:00.003+08:00

Everybody thinks we're really happy, but I am not. My Dad is always working... and when he's at home, he screams a lot. That really hurts me.

Mom cries sometimes because she does not know what to do. Then she holds me telling about her unhappiness and problems. It makes me feel very uncomfortable and strange. I really wish my dad would spend time with me instead of screaming and yelling.

My uncle Pete comes over sometimes. He lives with us every now and then. He is really kind to me- holding me, listening to me and making me feel loved. One night when he was holding me, he started touching my private parts. Over time he taught me to touch and play with his. It felt very strange, scary and a little good to. He told me it was OK, that this means he really loves me. This went on for several months. He told me “This is our special secret”.

Mom and Dad would fight. I thought they did not love me. Maybe they fought because of me. When I became a teenager, I started feeling really different from the other guys. Some of them called me names like “[censored]”, “[censored]”, “[censored]”, “[censored]”. I did not know what they meant.

After a while, I went to a counselor for help and advice. I told him my story and that I thought I was gay. He said I wasn’t gay. I just missed my Dad’s love and was taught wrong things by my uncle.

He said it was very bad, what my uncle did to me. He should never have touched my private parts, or have me play eith his. The counselor said it wasn’t my fault, that my uncle took advantage of my need for Dad’s love. He explained that because I didn’t experience affection.

He said he also would contact uncle Pete and make sure he got help. The counselor explained to my Mom and Dad about my struggle and need for Dad’s love. He told them of my confusion about being gay. He told Dad that I needed his TIME, TOUCH, and TALK.

Mom and Dad went to a counselor who helped them love each other. They even stopped fighting.. well at least most of the time. My counselor and I met with uncle Pete. I told him how much he hurt me. He cried and asked me to forgive him. That helped me a lot.

Now I realize that I am not gay. Spending time with my dad really helped my heart. All I needed was his time, touch and talk. Finally , I am happy at home.

I really don't know what to say. Is this creative? Innovative? Daring? Inappropriate? Or something else? You decide for yourself. I'm not commenting.

New year's not-so-epic prayers

2012-01-25T02:07:00.000+08:00

Running around town trying to get to 4 temples in one day is a but exhausting.

Like what I've always been saying, I personally am not sure whether to call whatsoever I am doing a religion or culture. Of course, most people who are not in this cultural-religious entity as I am, like many Christians and Atheist and people with no religion, will call all these affairs that I have been bothering myself with "idol worshipping" (I was taught a hard lesson in another time that atheist and people with no religion are two different, well, sets of beings, since a person who has no religion can still acknowledge the existence of god). I won't say that their own argument is ever justifiable since they are scrutinizing this cultural-religious entity of mine in their own view points, a view point that has ruled out the existence of this little entity of mine before any form of justification can be made. Ah, I won't continue on with all these or else I might get multiple arrows in multiple parts of my body. Anyway, my point is that I don't always go to these temples on a regular basis. It's more or less an annual stuff. And, unlike my father, I won't blame the deities or anything whenever I myself screws something up, but rather look at it in a more, lets say logical, manner. So it's really like meeting with a friend once a year, while neither depending on nor making use of him. Considering that, is that a religion, or is that a culture? I have no answer for myself, and please don't justify that for me.

That's right. It's that annual meet with those idoly deities today! Started this little marathon (not exactly marathon because it's mostly train rides) at around 2. Went to Wong Tai Shin Temple (I'll prefer a strictly English name if there is any, because somehow I still feel awkward typing these Chinese homophonic transcriptions) first. Nothing uncommon, just that there are a lot of people, and it's squeezy squashy with a mass of old folks. The thing is, Chinese people aren't tall to begin with, and the previous or previous two generations are even shorter. Considering that, when they didn't hold their incenses all that high, especially when they are only at my chest or chin level, the smoke from those burning incenses, with the help of a little Southbound wind, are like Nazis casting the blitz upon my eyes. Seriously, it stings.

After somewhat fifteen to twenty minutes of squeezy squashy, we (me plus dad) headed Northwards, to the temple of Che Kung. Alighted at Tai Wai, didn't follow police directions (screw them), and reached the temple without much trouble. My dad tried getting incense from stalls within the temple. For the typical 5-buck types: 40 bucks. That's robbery in daylight! So what we did was simply went out and get those 10 bucks a bundle incense. Ah, things are easy when you know how. Went back in, did our stuff, and guess what? Amid those similar squeezy squashy scenarios, some lady (nah, too young to be granny, 40's my guess) stepped on my tole with the heel of her high heels! asdfggrgjwoir022350-4u3wjrpw3..... My toe is still hurting now as I'm typing these very words ... It's new year, so forget it. And if you're wondering, no. I didn't touch any part of her body with any part of mine. I know. Don't ask me, but I know. She simply side stepped and I simply fell victim to that unpretentious accident. Anyway, more incenses, more smoke, cough cough, sting sting, ouch ouch, squeeze squeeze, I'm done, and I'm out. Nothing to do there.

So, after successfully obtaining the blessings of two temples (a couple of deities), in the cost of an ouch ouch toe (it's not exactly broken and I can still walk and run and climb stairs), we're off to the third pit stop, a temple in Shatin known as the Temple of Million Buddhas (Yes, finally a temple name that I can translate into English without using homophones! Take that!). One thing I should mention about this temple is that it's situated in the midst of some mountainous terrain, and there are more than a hundred flights of stairs (I don't have the energy to count) between any inhabited area of humanity and the temple in question. Another thing is, it's cold. It was around 8 degrees or so in Shatin? And I only had a not-so-thick-yet-not-particularly-thin hoodie, and a scarf which proved to be worthless. To add to that, before our ascend, it started drizzling. Not much, but enough to make your hair looks like you've just came out of the shower washing your head and have yet to blow your hair dry. Oh and one more thing, we don't have any umbrellas or raincoat, and my hoodie isn't waterproof. So what? Challenge accepted! Screw the umbrellas, screw the rain, I'm going up like a boss!! This is Spartaaaa-aaa-aa-a-a-a-a...!!! *cough* *cough* (imagine a couch potato running up a hundred flight of stairs... ) ... And the rain stopped once we reached the top. Damn.

Anyway, I left my dad behind to do his prayers and stuff in the temple (those divinity stuff that I'm not in particular found of). I still have to rush to the last temple, the temple that is meant for the young generation though I recall seeing only a bunch of mothers bringing their sons and daughters there for prayers. That's the Man Mo Temple in Sheung Wan, or, if I am to forcefully translate the name, it will be the Temple of Martial and Literature (sounds pretty cool though). That will mean I will have to get across the harbor to the other side of town. Hmm.... Anyway, after some flights of stairs (easy job now that I've conquered the harder one in a failed Spartan way...) I've reached the temple. Closed. Checked my phone. 6:03 pm. The temple closes at 6. Ah well, I'll be back again on another day. Maybe tomorrow.

Wednesday night blues

2011-11-20T09:12:00.000+08:00

Hop on board! It’s not going to be a short ride. Not that long either, so worry not. Three hours. Or less, depending on how smooth the flow of the journey is. So grab all you need and be here at eighteen-thirty, sharp. You won’t want to be left out, right? It will be interesting. Promised.

The cabin is an enclosed environment. Meaning, there won’t be any chance for any of us to look outside. Yes, I know. We all like window seats, especially with how splendid sunset view it can possibly offer. Do have my apologies for this. There are protocols. However, you can always take the ones along the aisle. It will be easier for you to leave your seat if any urgency arises. And trust me, you will have urgencies. Even if you don’t, you will wish that you do.

There will be entertainment provided so please be reminded to bring along a larger amount of attention span. It will be highly edutaintional. However, I understand fully that the entertainment provided might not be appealing to all kinds of audiences. As such, you are reminded to bring your own entertainment, such as portable electronics, a good book, or even some blank papers to doodle one. Do be reminded that if you require personal sound entertainment, you will need your own headphones as they will not be provided. You can choose to sleep, please be reminded that the lights will be switched on throughout the ride. You will need your own sleeping mask; though sleeping mask is not recommended due to security reasons.

Food and beverages will not be provided. Please be reminded that you have to bring your own food and beverages before boarding. Also, do note that only snacks and bottled drinks are recommended. It will be at your own risk if you decide to bring anything more, and we will not be responsible of any unpleasant events, such has the confiscation of your meal.

Having said all these, you will be wondering where the flight will be heading. Wait! Who said it’s a flight or train/boat/bus ride to begin with? It’s not! It’s my Wednesday night’s lecture! Isn’t it the same as some short-distance flight on a budget airline? The environment is more or less the same; the amount of time spent is more or less the same, and even the cost! It costs the same, or even more! Of course, there are differences, like how we don’t have to go through security checks or arrive horrendously early (thank god!). However, at least we get somewhere with a budget flight, and not three hours of presentation mayhem, straight. Oh wait. We do get somewhere. The sky did turn dark after watching people struggling with their powerpoint for three hours straight! . .. … … …

To all girls:

2011-10-19T18:38:00.002+08:00

Japanese Nuke.

2011-10-19T18:30:00.002+08:00

How many of them do you know?

2011-10-03T03:44:00.000+08:00

War is peace

2011-09-24T01:11:00.004+08:00

This seems more like a ghost town than anything, or that’s what I thought when I stepped out of my vehicle. The buildings, intermittently spread and haphazardly arranged, let off a faint flush of grey, laminated by sunlight. No sign of livelihood or animation apart from the few whirls of winds that elevates a few scrapes of paper and dust. The backdrop, barren and all, is of no help to this morbid cityscape. Less than a decade ago, on this exact same spot lays a city that is inhabited by millions. People of different class, race, age, gender (of course) and all kinds imaginable used to live in this city. It was prosperous. It was, but not now.

For some reasons, the sign of a nearby metro station exit caught my attention. Staggering in the wind, trying to grasp onto something but never succeeding, the sign was held only by a thin piece of wire. Why did it not fall apart, and how long has that sign been struggling, are mysteries to me. What I am certain of is, nevertheless, that the room on the second floor of the building directly beside the metro exit is where I used to live. The building, like many other constructions in the city, laid bare, battered, and in ruins.

I went up and through the door of what used to be my apartment, or, to be precise, the arch that used to be a door. Most of the items are gone. Furnishings, decorations, stacks of books, and even my prized collection of action figures that are made of synthetic materials (plastic). The only image that corresponds with my understanding of the room is the position of the large furniture such as the metallic bed frame that had gathered rust, the bookshelf that looks like it is about to collapse, and the writing desk that is full of holes and splinters and with a corner missing. The whole apartment is filled with rubbles and splinters and all kinds of imaginable rubbish. I should have moved, I told myself.

I tried to savage whatsoever I can find. Not much. A small crystal ball the size of a thumb, a spoof book on English learning written by some Taiwanese guy, a necklace of no whatsoever symbolic meaning apart from the fact that I used to wear, and a pack of unopened gum. Considering how ravaged and devastated the entire state is, I should be more than satisfied with my finds.

As I started my way back across the desolated street, a poster plastered onto the building on the other side fluttered in the wind. It bares a large figure with a solemn yet intimidating might towering forward, and a forefinger pointing at my direction. On the top of the poster, three words are printed with serious fonts:

“War is peace”

If I am any less apathetic towards this “war” in general, I would be rushing over with rage, trying with all my might to annihilate with everything I got. But no. I didn’t. I stood there, staring at the blank eyes of the figure in the poster. I am too used to seeing that nincompoop’s face. Too used to the idea of war that it strikes me as something I live with everyday. What if I destroy the poster? There will be millions of similar posters out there. How many more can I destroy? The act of destroying that poster will prove to only be as pointless as the war itself.

Just as I am about to go, a stray hound, a black one, walked towards the poster. He lingered around the spot below the poster, sniffed a bit, and raised one of his rear legs. A stream of fresh urine gushed out of his rear and landed directly below the poster.

“Way to go, pal. You sure know your peace.” I said laughingly to myself.

Rosie Rosie Rosie~

2011-09-09T07:32:00.000+08:00

Was looking at a friend's short essay on the poster below.

Just a good afternoon's work

What stroke me interesting was actually the phrase "Just A Good Afternoon's Work". If you have noticed, there can be two similar yet distinctive meaning to this phrase. Considering these:

Just a good "afternoon's" work

Just a "good afternoon's" work

When we consider the phrase (or word) inside the double inverted apostrophes as the sentence's primary object, with the subject being "work" itself, we can have to separate meanings when we consider the sentence structure in these two different senses. The first version, with good as a premodifying adjective, describes the afternoon's work being good and "just" (as in simple and brief). On the second version, however, the sentence describes the simple and brief work being the task of "good afternoon", or simply saying it. Of course, the second version doesn't suggests that the actual work is saying "good afternoon" itself, but rather the work is as easy as saying "good afternoon". Anyway, I'll leave the reason behind for you to decide for yourself, because I don't feel that the reason is necessarily important. After all, this ambiguity here might most likely be accidental and, if it is incidental for some unknown reason, it is there simply to capture your (and my) attention. Full stop.

And there's this little thing that strikes me odd. The color theme of Rosie is actually red bandanna and blue worker's uniform (see below). So why is the Rosie in the poster in red (or pink)? Some how the red theme makes this feel like a Soviet poster. Well, there are quite a few possibilities that I can think of. One is, like what my friend has said, related the the theme of red and brotherhood. But then and again, it's SISTERhood here. Hello? I don't know if red is appropriate for SISTERhood, but yeah, a point worthy of taking note. Another possibility will be that they wish to portray Rosie as a nanny or nurse. Of course, when we consider Rosie the Riveter, she is a metal work worker in a lathe factory or something, but when we consider the whole of British-America's female population, we'll realize that there are quite a number of females who join the war efforts as nurse. It's obvious as nurse is quite an obvious job for females, and lets not forget that the soldiers will heal a lot faster when attended by a pretty nurse :D One last simple reason why the poster is themed in red may be due to the printing technology at that time. From what I've known, technologies for printing and lighting technologies comes from the order of Rainbow - first red, then orange, yellow, green, blue, purple. So it's not surprising if, at that point in time (year 1941), there's only red orange and yellow paint (and black of course).

Anyway, a little poster of our heroine, Rosie the Riveter!

We can do it!

But I personally prefer the real-life Rosie. Kind of cute, isn't she?

A Rosie at the women factor

What friends are for

2011-09-08T08:23:00.001+08:00

Saw this today. Looks interesting :)

Seated

2011-08-19T06:48:00.003+08:00

Some places call it Metro. Some places call it Metro. We call it the MTR in our city, which abbreviates for Mass Transit Railway. These are basically railway systems with stations and stops at every few hundred meters or at every inhabited area, and the whole system will be comprised of a number of railway lines, depending on the size of the city. For railway systems such as the MTR, the frequency of trains is also another important issue. The frequency of the trains arriving at various stations is usually set at around 4 minutes per train. Of course, this timing of train frequency differs between various lines and time periods of the day, but it is still true that the MTR has one of the lowest average waiting time of all public transports. Most people who live or have lived in a metropolitan will have experience travelling with one of such railway system, or even commuting with it. Nevertheless, even with its speed and convenience, there are certain social issues, or complications, that the MTR has brought about. One of such issues is the sharing of seats.

Due to a design that focuses on the conservation of space, the number of seats in each MTR train compartment is relatively limited. The seats of the trains are normally occupied by passenger even when it is not peak hours. So what will happen when all the seats are occupied and someone who looks like he is in need of that spot walks in? Someone that is physically challenged, such as a old man or a pregnant lady, or a child. It is not uncommon for one of such person to walk in. So if you are the one seated, what will you do? Will you stand up and offer your seat to that person? Or will you remain seated, since it doesn't really concern you?

I have seen one of such person in almost every week. An old or pregnant lady or some little kid will walk into the train compartment of which I am seated, look around and find that all the seats are occupied with people. I am more than willing to offer my seat, and I normally do so because it is perfectly fine if I have to stand for twenty or so minutes of the remaining journey. For someone who is twenty odd years old and in good health, I won't find that anything near tedious. However, I have two concerns. One is that I'll normally wait a couple of seconds to see if someone is willing to offer their seat first. Not that I am trying to see if I can keep my seat or anything, but I will feel awkward if me and another person stood up simultaneously just to offer a seat to another person. Don't ask why, that's me.

Another concern I have is that the person I am offering my seat to might take it personally that I am stereotyping him or her as old or physically impaired. It happened once, when an old man got angry when I tried to offer him my seat. He screamed at me, saying that I shouldn't treat him like an old fart because he is only fifty plus. From then on, I normally won't look for an empty seat if the train ride is something less than 10 minutes. If I don't have it, I can't offer it, simple.

Nevertheless, the scene of someone offering their seat to others, apart from myself, is quite a rare find in the area that I lived. It has happened, of course, but not common. Many a time I have seen people of my age and physique remaining seated at their MTR seats when someone old walked past, sluggishly with a walking stick. I am normally standing somewhere in my own corner when that happens. Not that I can offer anything to that particular old person, and I won't give a public lecture to the people who are seated. Who am I to cause a scene for something that many people take as something trivial? I have my morals and they have theirs, and I have no intention of intruding other's inner self. But anyway, I guess I'm thinking too much when I wait for someone to offer his or her seat first before me. That won't happen in my society.

I was talking to a friend of mine, Suni, about this. He smiled and gave his reply.

"That's why I read." Suni gave his reply half-smilingly.

"What? What do you mean by 'you read'?" I asked, not really understanding what Suni meant.

"When I find my own little comfy seat on the MTR, I'll normally take out a book and stare hard at it. Not that I am really interested in what the book is saying, but at least I won't look at the old person standing in front of me and feel guilty. Yea, that's why I said I read."

After hearing that from Suni, I couldn't find the right words to reply him, so he continued.

"But you know what? There are quite a number of old people who will stand in front of you can cough real hard to capture your attention. I really hate those kind of people. I mean, can't you see that I am concentrating on my little novel? And let's not forget that the train compartment is noisy enough without your coughs."

At that point in time, I realized that something is wrong with what Suni is saying. I'm not talking about his moral values, because, like what I've said earlier, I won't give others moral lectures or anything. Just don't be offensive and I'll be okay with it. Still, there is a certain something that seems quite out of place.

"I didn't know that you are into reading. Glad that you're finally into books." I've finally found what's wrong with what Suni has said.

"I read, but not from a book." Suni replied.

"Then from what?"

"Before I answer you, think about this. Why do you think that smart phones are so popular nowadays?"

After saying that and giving his usual grin, Suni took out his phone and started reading the news from it.

Apple's i

2011-08-18T06:20:00.000+08:00

Apple Inc. The company that made its products and services, such as iPods, iTunes, iPhones and iMacs hits in today's society. Apple is a company that sells and manages computers and high-end consumer electronics. Noticing how Apple name all their products with an "i" in front? What will Apple name their products/services if the follow were to be manufactured?

A pair of sports shoes?
iRan

A masters degree course on business administration?
iMBA

A basketball team or tournament?
iSlam

A cubic electronic device?
iSquare

An "English Language Teaching" school?
iELTS

A football club?
iFC

Notes:
Iran = a country in middle east.
Islam = a religion.
Imba = imbalance.
iSquare = a shopping center in Hong Kong
ielts = a British English qualification examination
ifc = international finance center, a building in Hong Kong

I believe you can try.

2011-08-18T05:50:00.008+08:00

Henry's friend, John, made himself a pair of wings out of paper and thin bamboo sticks. It took John almost a week's time to make those wings, and he is very proud of himself and his handicraft. John spent the entire week talking to everyone about nothing but those pair of wings, and it is certain to everyone, including Henry, that John is obsessed. One reason is that it looks ridiculously flimsy. But then and again, since it's his friend's work, Henry forced himself to give compliments on it.

When the pair of wings is finally completed, Henry, dragged alongside John, went to a nearby hillside for a test fly. When they reached a cliff of a few meters tall John, beaming with ego and all, strode towards it with pride. Henry stood behind, watching like one of John's lackeys. This looks like trouble, Henry told himself in silence. Before long, John stood at a spot a couple of meters away from the edge of the cliff, with the stance similar to that of a runner right before the start of the race.

"Hey. You know what?" John said, gazing hard at the edge of the cliff.

"No I don't. What?" Henry replied, trying not to look at the imbecile figure right in front of him.

"I have been waiting for this moment since I was 4. This will definitely be the greatest achievement of my life. I will fly. I definitely will fly. I will set a new record for humanity. Me, John, flying. I will succeed. Do you know why?" John said.

"No."

"Because ..." John took a deep breath after saying, and started moving forward. " ... because I believe I can fly!"

Right before John finished his sentence, he reached the edge and leaped into the air. John's last word echoed, and for that split second, Henry thought that he saw John soaring into the air and embracing the sky like a child running towards his long lost mother for the first time in years. Henry wasn't sure why, but that is definitely the image that he saw. Maybe it is a sudden rush of adrenaline in his body, or maybe time has entered its parallel counterpart for a split second and got stuck. Henry wasn't sure it's which. The only thing Henry was certain, as he believed, was that what he was seeing cannot be true.

Whether it was for the good or for the bad, Henry was right in his disbelief. After what seemed like a second or two of flight, John's physical body could not fight the charisma and elegance of Mother Nature and her gravity. No matter how hard John flapped his arm, or rather his wings, John accelerated towards the hard and forbidding ground. John's echo turned into a high pitch shriek, one that made Henry thought, for the first and last time of his life, that John was a female. John was falling.

All these ended at an instant, and John's one sided fight with the invincible Mother Nature is soon over. He landed with a thud and started to moan in pain. Henry went over to the edge as soon as he realized that John has landed and, from his moans, is still alive. Henry's eyes met with the blood stained John, who lost the ego, the pride that he was previously carrying with him into the air. John was utterly defeated. Henry sighed, and said the following.

"I don't believe you can fly, but ... I believe you can try."

We are cannibals

2011-08-17T19:42:00.001+08:00

American: Asians are evil.

Asian: Why?

American: Asian eat cats.

Asian: Huh? On what basis did you say that for?

American: I know they eat cats. I have seen that on movies.

Asian: Oh. But you know what? Americans eat cats too.

American: No we don't.

Asian: Yes you do.

American: What are your basis for saying that?

Asian: Do you eat fish? And beef?

American: Yea, we do. But whats that got to do with cat eating? We don't eat cats.

Asian: There you go, you've admitted it yourself. You eat "cattle" and "catfish".

American: Oh someone is trying to be a smart ass now, is he? You know what? Asians eat dogs too.

Asian: Not all Asian does that.

American: Oh yea? Many Asian cities are famous for their dog meat. Asians are evil.

Asian: Americans too.

American: No we don't. We don't eat dog meat.

Asian: What about hotdogs?

American: Are you trying to be funny? [Shows fist]

Asian: We are civilized, so lets not get physical.

American: Whatever. But you know what? Asians are cannibals. They eat humans!

Asian: True. I can't deny that.

American: Ha, so you agree that Asians are evil.

Asian: No. What I am trying to say is that we eat men because of you westerners.

American: What? What are you trying to say?

Asian: Who do you think invented "mentos"?

American: What???

[Asian sneaks away and ran off before American figures out what happened]

L4D Tips for Noobs

2011-08-17T07:11:00.000+08:00

There are many Left 4 Dead players out there who keep saying that they don't care if someone is new as long as that person is cooperative. I have seen and heard this many many many times, and to be frank, I am pretty sick of it. Why? The reason is simple: saying that someone is ok even though he's new as long as he's cooperative is the same as saying that it is ok if I shoot you in the head as long as you don't die. Don't know what I mean? Of course, I meant it figuratively, but the thing is, most newbies don't cooperate, or at least they don't cooperate in our way. I know I am trying to write a little set of tips here, but I don't mean anything personal. They just don't know the game well enough to be that cooperative. So here I am, writing a few little tips for anyone who's interested.

     Communicate with others

Do some talking. The "y" button isn't there for nothing. I don't mean it by typing long sentences such as "Hey guys, there's a Molotov here. Who wants it?" A simple word like "go?" or "stop" or "wait" can be very effected in most occasions.Or simply use the "z" or "x" button voice commands. Get used to those voice commands such as "yes" "no" "let's go" and etc. They're useful, especially when they're normally translated into the other player's language on their own screen in the captions (more on this later). Of course, if you have hands free, go ahead and use your mic. But don't abuse it, because some people won't like it and you'll most likely get muted. So what happens if you've said or typed something but the message isn't getting across to the other players? Don't bother playing with them. Normal players won't ignore you.

     Have Captions on

Switch full captions on in the options menu (It's somewhere in the audio). It's simple, most of the times the audios will fail you, especially special infected/Tank voices. It's easier to detect them with captions. Another thing is that it will "literalize" the z and x voice commands, regardless of the vocal volume. Pretty useful in most times. But then what happens if the caption fails you? Good luck ...

     Keep in Pace

Keep up or slow down so that you are with your team at most times. Try not to run too far ahead of your team or lag behind in all occasions. The reason is simple: if you run into some kind of trouble, such as being restrained by special infecteds, or suddenly facing a large amount of hordes, you can have your teammates to help you. Keep in mind that you need another player's help if you want to free yourself from special infected.

     Keep your Health in Check

Before anything, make sure you understand how does a first aid kit works. When you use a first aid kit, your health points will change to the number in the follow equation: (80 + (hp before use / 5)). This means that your hp will be (80 + (80/5)) = 96 if you used a kit when you have 80 hp. Likewise, you will have (80 + (0/5)) = 80 hp when you use a kit with no hp (as in all your hp are temporary health points). Remembering that you will only get one first aid kit in each saferoom (unless you steal other's), it is better to heal when your health is lower than 20, or if you are near saferoom, just bare with it.
Apart from first aid kits, another healing item will be the pain pills. They give you up to 50 temporary health points, and these heal points will degenerate as time pass. They can help you to get past troubled times because it takes less than a second to consume a bottle of pills, and you can regain your speed right after that, but, again, remember to keep your health in check.
Two other health related items will be adrenaline and defibrillator. The adrenaline gives you only 25 temporary health points, but you will run faster, shoot faster, heal faster and use items faster when under adrenaline's effect (which lasts for something like 10 seconds). I personally prefer pain pills, but adrenaline is useful if you're on a spot which requires you to run at full speed. As for defibrillator, I won't recommend it because it takes up a first aid space and you can simply open closet doors to save your peers. But then and again, if you have nothing on your first aid slot, and you see a defibrillator lying around, just take it.

     Know Your Position

Every map is unique, and every map has their best defensive spots. It takes time to understand which spot is better for defending panic events in which map. I won't be going into detail about each and every map, but, considering that you don't know the map well, there are a few things you can keep in mind while defending zombies in a panic event.
One very basic concept in almost all zombie games is that, one fort is always better than two. It's always easier to fight with zombies coming from one side than zombies coming for two sides (front and back or left and right), or, worse still, zombies coming from all directions. The reason is simple, you can focus on your firing.
When you want to face zombies only from the front, one good way is to pin yourself up against a wall, or better still a wall corner. But that only solves half the problem, because there will be quite a large angle for zombies to come in (180 if you're up against the wall or 90 if u are up against a corner). Another good way to narrow down the inflow of zombies will be to make use of the doors. Most doors are the width of only one to two zombies and the zombies will have to squeeze in to get to you. It will be easier to kill the zombies, be it with a blade or a gun.
One other thing about zombie defending in panic event is to climb high. Scale high a bit, like on a table or a bookshelf. The reason is simple: it's easier to aim for their heads. Of course, it takes some extra time for them to reach you as well, as they might be climbing the table or shelf or whatever.
Of course, it is important to be familiar with the maps. You won't want to get lost that often, right?

     Know your sidearm.

The main weapon is important, and I won't touch on that. Some people like AK, some like military sniper, and some are better with auto shotguns. It's up for you to decide what you want to use. But the thing I want to talk about is side arm. There are two types of side arms: pistols and melee. For pistols, and for most new players, I will recommend the magnum, or desert eagle depending on what you want to call it. The reason being is that the desert eagle can kill a normal infected with one shot in most cases (except for police) and it has 8 bullets. Though with a slower firing speed, it has more kill per reload and kill per hit ratio when compared to glock or dual glock. For glock, you'll only be better off if you can get head shots for more than half of your shots, and it's very clear that most people can't. So just use a magnum and its a trustworthy side arm. As for melee weapons, I'll recommend those with blades, such as machete, Katana and (less preferably) fire axe. Machetes and katanas have the fastest swinging speed of all melee weapons. They can kill normal infecteds with one hit, of which this applies to the fire axe as well. Although they don't have push back capabilities, unlike other melee weapons, they are the only melee weapons which can kill zombies with just one hit at a wide angle. So what I'm trying to say is, if you can get a magnum, go for it. If not, grab one of those melee weapons with a blade.

     Reload!
Like all shooters, it is important to keep your ammunition count in check, especially side arm. Most people often forgets to reload their side arm when they are done using them for clearing off zombies in panic events.

     Special infected got your teammate? Shoot!

I have seen countless of people chasing another person who has been grabbed by a charger or jockey or smoker with a melee weapon (and that person being grabbed is usually me ...). Do you have any idea how much it hurts when some special infected grabs a survivor? The health points are ticking away like the clock and you're still chasing after the survivor, pushing away infecteds along the way. Come on, you have a gun, so shoot it!!!

These little tips should be enough for new players. I got all work up thinking about idiots chasing a jocky-mounted survivor with a baseball bat. Anyway, that's it, for now.

Why...?

2011-04-08T04:15:00.001+08:00

Why do people still blog when there's facebook?

Hmm... good question. Maybe I'm just sick of typing hundreds or thousands of words here...

Ouch!

2011-03-19T20:51:00.000+08:00

My throat has been hurting quite bad for these few days, and I though "hell, is the nuclear spreading THAT fast?"

... ok, so I've got a little ulcer at my throat, fine. What's next?

真的太久沒有進來這寫東西了

2011-03-08T23:22:00.000+08:00

說起來好像有好幾個月都沒有進來這裡寫什麽
真的好像把這裡給遺忘了
還記得以前每次有什麽心事每次有什麽不愉快的
都會進來這裡來發洩來出氣來呻氣
沒有好好地把你個記住
抱歉是我錯
而除了這抱歉我真的什麽都講不出了
因爲我懂我已經沒有什麽可以用來補救這一切

錯...
這次我也錯了嗎?
我懂我不應該抓得那麽緊
雖然是真的真在乎
也很怕怕失去
可就是越怕才會越容易失去
就是抓得越緊才會越容易溜走
其實這我也明白吖
越是放得開越會握得住
可是懂歸懂就是做不到
就是不能夠接受自己這一套
因爲我真的很怕怕失去
怕到一種不能把這感覺埋沒的程度
就是放不開
是我錯了嗎?
如果不是我的錯那又會是誰的錯呢...

我懂我很好勝
每次都不認輸
每次都太認真
是好是壞我不懂
可這次就是因爲這樣而泡湯了吧
我懂我不應該抓得那麽緊
我懂我不應該那麽問
我懂我應該懂得去讓懂得去放開懂得認輸
懂...
我真的懂了...

相遇肯定是偶然
無論發生什麽事
我都會尊重那個決定
也許那條路不是我應該走的
也許我該學會冷靜
雖然越冷靜會越感到害怕
但我也時候學會放開了
未來怎麽樣
就讓未來來決定吧
現在就冷靜一下
給自己一點點空間來呼吸吧

Rambling on and on again

2010-11-22T01:32:00.002+08:00

Been quite a long time since I've written something here. Seems like I'm always busy or something, but am I really THAT busy? Looking at the amount of work on my hands that are yet to be completed, it seems like there isn't much to do. I mean I can come up with chucks of words in matters of minutes, and there's just a few chunks that I need to completed. But somehow I just couldn't get them done... Maybe it's because of my concentration? Somehow my concentration span is decreasing in quite an alarming rate. Yea, I'll be found doing something else instead of concentrating on the work that I have on my hands. Or maybe I'm sick of writing? Nah, can't be. Or else I won't be writing anything here, will I? :D Oh well, I think I should stop for now and go back to my work... I can write for ages here...

I'm freestyling

2010-11-05T18:12:00.004+08:00

So the prof said that poetry is all about hard work when I said that it's about inspiration. Right, but then, I can't really agree with that. I mean, imagine some dude sit in front of the desk the whole day and tries to write a few lines. After hours of endless struggle, will he be able to cough something out? That just won't happen, will it? Look, if you were to write something, without topic and without aim, what can come out of your pen? Come on, get real. Creativity isn't something that can be achieved by sitting there and think. You need a direction; a path of some sort.

Alright, so to prove that creative writing isn't all about hard work, what I am going to do is to actually write something, just like that. I'm not a poetic person, never was and never will (do I hear someone protesting?) but for the sake of it, heres a few stanzas. I'll say that this isn't tetrameter because I'm not really following any 'foot' or anything, so yep, stanzas of free verses that doesn't look much like free verses =).

Free-styling

I am free-styling, here and here,
just come along and sit right there.
Don't be too stringent or too stiff,
and you won't ever have to sniff.

Now, let me begin with a phrase,
this world is nothing but a race.
Come tag along and join the craze,
or get lost in your little maze.

Pulling the strings and one by one,
they snapped and are thus left undone.
Your puppeteer, your faith and sun,
left you in a world that is none.

Of course it is not all that bad,
and most of the times we are glad,
of the times and tides we all had,
until the time we all turn mad.

Seriously, for what I wrote here,
is never something one should fear.
I have no idea of this mess,
nor what I'm writing, I confess.

Maybe I should stop here instead,
and end it before I misled.
Look at the time now, how it sped,
and the things that are left unsaid.

So little time...

2010-10-23T00:16:00.001+08:00

Gah, there's so much I want to write about but it the time of the year where you can use some extra hours... Oh well, this will be hell short, so ya, I'll make it up when time is mine again.

It's not that dry, is it?

2010-10-03T21:09:00.002+08:00

You know what, I like soda. Yep, coke, pepsi, 7up, sprite. Whatever. But somehow I don't like them as it is. I like them diluted. Give me a can of coke, a cup of ice and I'll be more than happy. Of course, I don't mind diluting them with plain water, but it'll be better if there's ice (i know about the amount of bacteria in ice, but it's still fine with me). The originals are just too bubbly and sweet and strong (in some kinda sodas, such as root beers), don't you think so? One sip of it and you feel like something got stuck on your throat. Blehx, thats why I'd really appreciate it if someone can give me a cup of ice to go with any soda that i bought. Oh well, vending machines aren't all that humane though, if you ask me.

That reminds me. The other time when I was in the states, I came across this brand of ginger ale called Canada Dry (I know it's common in the states, but you can only find them in c!tysuper). Anyway, it goes real well with a simple cup of ice. I've got sort of addicted to them and I've gotten myself at least a cup every night before I turn in. It's nice, try it.

I'm not a phish!

2010-09-20T20:44:00.004+08:00

The first e-mail I see when I reached home ....

Dear doremon888@hotmail.com,

This e-mail has been sent to you by Hsbc UK to inform you that we were unable to verify your account details. This might be due to either of the following reasons:

1. A recent change in your personal information. (eg: address, phone)
2. Submitting incorrect information during register process.

Due to this, to ensure that your banking service is not interrupted, we request you to confirm and update your information today by following the link below

https://www.hsbc.co.uk/1/2/INGRM9usr=doremon888@hotmail.com&vrz=1

If you have already confirmed your information then please disregard this message.

Regards,
Hsbc Uk member services

You know something... There are so many flaws in this e-mail that I cannot stop counting. To begin with, which idiot of a bank will start addressing someone with their e-mail address? It's so darn obvious that they don't know who the heck I am. Oh and another thing is that, I have never set foot onto the soils of UK, so the chance of me appearing there and opening an account is ... as high as you striking a lottery (pretty much =D). Well, obviously someone has used my e-mail as both the communicational e-mail AND the name (what was this person thinking?) ... Oh well, its still kinda fun to receive these kinda stuff... I mean its still better than asking me if I need "enlargements" or not, right?

Seriously, for a con site, this is pretty well made. But notice the web url. Bomber Sunglasses? Woah, I guess your account will really explode if you log in.

Can't I slack for a bit longer?

2010-09-06T07:23:00.002+08:00

So there's the end of the last (maybe) summer holiday for me. Nothing much extraordinary or particularly interesting happened that I didn't wrote here, per se , but I'd still prefer it to be less hectic if possible. Wouldn't it be just great to wake up every morning, switch on my comp, have a few quick chat with friends and then enter the gaming lala land till dusk came and say hi? Certainly, that's the kind of holiday I'm longing for (and the kind that my dad dreads =P), but really, four months of getting wasted sounds a bit too, drastic, isn't it?

Still, school sounds like such a surrealistic concept. Somehow, ever since I've entered this little university of mine, the whole concept of discipline, micro-society and stuff seems to have fallen apart. What school meant was that teacher's words are absolute, and following their orders are like following your beloved sergeant at boot camp - do or die. But then, I've realized soon enough that such concept are kind of absurd. Teaching is merely a job, and teachers aren't saint who makes mistakes. Rather, teachers make so darn many mistakes that you won't be bothered to count. And students are merely clients of the facility, who paid for the whole "service". And then there's this concept of homework, tests and stuff. I've learned it in the past that whatever is printed in your final script counts, and whatever isn't doesn't. But this little concept has taken a new meaning when I'm in this school of mine. Even your little certificate is nothing but a piece of worthless paper. You don't have to wear it everyday, and nobody really cares what grade you got, because your currently identity is much more of a proof of your current ability. Of course, people too will recognize your capabilities that you are able to display, so what does a certificate proof that your ability doesn't? Well, I certainly won't continue on that =P.

Anyway, I sure do want to slack a bit more. Somehow all the lessons in school are identical. Go there, sit for a while, listen to some crap, talk some crap and call it a day. If you're talking about stress, there's really none provided that you don't look at your result slip at the end of the semester. Of course, I don't =D. Still, I wondered how much I've learned since I came here? It seems like my skills have declined pretty much (maths and all) when compared to high school days, but I think I'm still pretty much fulfilling my own resolution on coming here - to brush up my engrash skills. Yep, noting more, nothing less.

So the semester commences, so much for that. Oh and to the one who's leaving this lonely little isle of Hong Kong, bon voyage. Have fun in Mars~ (I hope that you can read it, though I doubt you've ever came here =P)

There's one little thing I like about Mcdonalds

2010-09-02T05:16:00.003+08:00

It's been quite a while since I've last walked on the street at night. Went downstairs to grab something at 10. Nothing special has happened, but one of these homeless dude caught my attention. There's nothing special about him, and there are quite a number of such dudes around the place where I live, gathering at certain spots after shopkeepers has turned in for the day. Well, what caught my attention is that it reminds me of Mcdonalds. I don't know if I've mentioned this before or if I wanted to mention it in the past but can't be bothered (sometimes I can't distinguish between the two), but still I think I'll type it here once more. Won't hurt, eh? =)

Anyway, I had to visit Mac for quite a few nights because the internet was down at home and I need to get a presentation done. What I saw there was that there are quite a number of men at their 50s (at least that's what I presume), sitting there, not buying anything and trying to catch some sleep. At that instance, I got really interested in them. Of course, I mean their backgrounds and identity and not in the way that you're currently imagining. The first question that sprang in my mind is that, why are they here? Do they have a family somewhere, or are they simply there because they have no where to go? What do they do for a living or during the day time? Works belonging to the group from the bottommost of the social hierarchy? Where are they from? Locals or mainland people? And I can pretty much assume that they have at least a small level of intelligence (meaning that they are not beggars) because, hey, at least they know how to get into the Mac and camp there without causing a nuisance.

And then another set of question sprang into my mind. If they are staying there for the night (Mac is open 24/7 now -_-), what will Mcdonalds do about them, or are they gonna do something about them in the first place? Somehow it seems kind of weird, because anyone can enter a Mac and stay there for as long as he or she likes (since it never closes). And on top of that, there's free air conditioning. But then I start to wonder, does the higher ups in the company know about this? I'm certain that some of them are aware of the situation happening there. But since there are not doing about these parasites of some sort, are they trying accommodate them of some sort? I mean, who in the right mind will go for a burger at 3 in the morning? Even if I have to go for a all nighter and I'm hungry, I'll rather grab a snack in the nearest convenient stall. But then and again, Mcdonalds is doing these kind of charity while paying peanuts to their employees? Many things don't click here...

Oh well, that's the one and only thing I like about Mac. I don't like their food, their environment (their tables are always sticky), their price... Whatever, I just don't like them. Still, come to think of it, the homeless dude I met earlier on on the street, he's must be unaware of the existence of Mcdonalds as a homeless shelter.

那就活在面具後面一輩子吧

2010-08-28T01:01:00.003+08:00

已經蠻久沒用中文來寫些什麽了. 這篇就用中文來寫吧~

虛僞, 這個議題我覺得我已經寫過很多遍了. 這次無聊起來, 就再來講幾句吧.

著一排, 不, 應該說一直以來, 我總是在某些社交網站看都很多對某些人或事物的正面篇章, 評語跟留言. 其實這也不是第一次的吧, 可這些東東跟我平時說看到聽到的, 不太一樣. 甚至可以這麽說, 寫這些留言跟評語的人, 寫的很"痛". 爲什麽呢? 某些人, 可能你會覺得他/她並沒什麽優點之類的... 好啦好啦, 就當他/她的優點比較難被人發現啦 (沒優點也未免太可憐了吧?). 在興的時候, 或有那個必要討好對方的時候, 或甚至在某些不懂什麽情況下, 你會看到某些很勉強的留言. 例子就別提啦, 要不然就說我在針對某某人. 可當你看到某些留言會讓你覺得 "哇噻, 亂扯得吧?" 或 "這也算優點... 無言了" 的時候, 嗯嗯, 就是那種感覺. 真的啦, 如果想不到就別講啦. 靠, 又沒人說你是啞巴... 爲什麽總得講點什麽的呢? 那麽硬來, 未免有點太假了吧?

所真的, 這也還好啦. 有時候你會看到在某網站上, 某某跟某某看來聊得很好的, 然後再背後就會聼到前者或後者說 "其實我恨死他/她了" 或 "他/她好虛僞哦". 拜托, 是你自己虛僞吧?! 如果你真的跟他/她那麽好, 幹嗎再背後又說東說西的呢? 還是其實你暗戀他/她吧? 還是這是你的習慣? 轉過頭又會開始說我虛僞死了或臭屁死了還是什麽? 真的不喜歡他/她, 就別和對方講這麽多鳥話啦...

還有一些更奇怪的. 有某些人跟我講話的時候, 會用幾種不同的語調的... 比方説, 用某組織的身份來講話的時候, 就會用很柔和的語調. 用朋友的身份來拜托我做事的時候, 就會用比較普通, 或平凡的語調. 如果是來講八卦的話, 哼, 什麽粗口都會來的猛了! 別以爲在網上聊天就不會發生哦. 如果用英文就代表是公事, 如果用中文就代表私事. 靠... 我服了. 我跟同一個人都是用同一種語調的. 當然, 陌生人就會柔和一點, 朋友就會隨和點. 可同一個人, 不同情況用不同語調... 有那麽一個必要嗎?

其實網上世界還算好了點, 最起碼你可以想一想再回復. 真實中的談話, 嘩, 就真的好像玩電玩一樣了. 有時候, 某人會跟你說 "某某說的當然不對啦, 他/她也只想利用你而已! 別上當啊!" 其實這句話可能會是跟你說的那個人在利用你, 而不是話裏的那個. 想想看, 如果你覺得跟你說這句的人說得對, 而開始討厭某人, 或對他/她開始有避忌, 那說那句話的人就得逞了啊. 其實這招蠻賤的, 雖然我還沒需要用到這種話語, 可我也看得出很多人在我身上用過這門玩兒. 唉, 算了. 人生本來就是一場虛僞的面具遊戲. 辛好的是, 它只是一場而已. 不辛德是, 你死的那天, 它才會結束...

還記得以前老爸曾經說過 "你可不可以別在別人面前校正我?" 我老媽也整天說 "如果我殺了人, 上到法庭, 你就一開口就說 '對啊, 我老媽殺了人', 那我就完蛋了! 所以你要學聰明一點, 別什麽實話都說出來." 其實有時候我也會覺得受過這種教育, 會是我人生中的一個缺陷吧? 不懂啦. 可能我父母一向來的生存模式就是把身邊所有人都矇騙過去, 才會覺得自己會收尊重, 才會覺得自己這一切會有意義吧. 可我始終認爲, 錯就要認, 錯就要站定. 就當那是一種反面教育吧?

有很多時候會覺得身邊的人的記性都很差. 説的不是名字. 我說的是事情跟說過的話語. 很多時候很多人會不記得自己以前說過什麽話, 做過什麽事 (別想歪了). 當然, 有好幾次我自己都會扮著自己不記得. 可那也是一兩次而已, 也是爲了逃避某些比較麻煩或個人的問題啦. 可很多時候很多人都會對自己以前做過的說過的都忘記了. 其實原因很簡單, 因爲他們其實是, 一, 在吹牛, 二,說得很輕, 三, 沒責任感. 如果你覺得某些内容有意義或重要的話, 其實你是不會把它給忘掉的. 會把某些回憶給忘掉, 那只能證明那内容已經不再重要了. 我個人就別説了 (也已經說過了), 可身邊的人, 真的好善忘哦...

其實, 若其要我帶著面具來做人, 我真的寧可什麽都不說. 所以很多時候你會看到我保持沉默. 有些人說我很冷酷. 無所謂啦, 什麽都好. 能做自己, 沒枷鎖地活著, 不好嗎?

Keep your comments to yourself? Nah, they cant...

2010-08-25T15:21:00.002+08:00

There's once a lecturer who said that talking to a cab driver is the best way to have a grasp of how the society a place is. Maybe it's true, but I found another little way, though might not be as convenient or whatsoever - listening to people's conversation in a restaurant or eat house (whatsoever you call those). Yea, that's more or less eavesdropping, but it's nothing illegal nonetheless. You cant possibly shut yourself when people sitting behind you starts to babble, right?

Anyway, yep, I entered one of those lower class restaurant for lunch today and people started commenting on recent news (or has been). Well, let's not go any further than what I've observed for now. Hmmm, most of them are not concerned of the responsibility of whatever came out of their month as they seems to go "of course it's true" and "I'd have done a much better job" pretty often. They tend to sprout some information so as to amaze others "did you know ... ...", though most of those are pretty trivial. Most of their analysis on stuff aren't really in depth as they stop right after "of course it's true" or "because it's better/he'll do a better job". Oh and vulgarity was an essential =P (yea, vulgarity bombardment occurs once every two minutes. Hell...).

And a little analysis? To being with, my guess is that they are at the foundation level of the social hierarchy - construction workers, drivers, market vendors and stuff. Why? Well, first of all, they didn't really put much of a thought on the issues that they talked about. They don't really care about what they say as long as it's dynamic, and that they can amuse the person beside, and the person next to him. Those kinda things you'll turn into screensaver mode when you hear it. Yep, most likely. And the way and content they spoke of. It's kind of interesting but it seems, like at least to me, that they are reciting from newspaper articles. And when you add those vulgarity and mix them up altogether, ya know what I mean, right?

Still, it's interesting to listen to these babbles once in a while. It's not that I like it or what, but you get a feel of the society, of how things works and of how people relates to each other. What capture their interest and what their social focuses are at. Maybe it's just me, but somehow I feel that listening to a group of coolies talk can be more informative than reaching one textbook on society.

But yea, I prefer to stick to my own little corner and observe. As for the comments, who cares? =)

If you can't change them, and if you refuse to join them... what next?

2010-08-24T00:54:00.002+08:00

When something happens (something small, something epic, whatsoever), you'll start noticing a lot of messages, taglines and, sometimes uncanny, words that appears over various internet interfaces such as forums, blogs, and social websites. I guess as the multimedia develops, more and more people want to have a say in things around them. The context, too, varies. From individual events such as birthdays, to social events such as exams and gatherings, and to nationwide or even worldwide events, people will comment on whatsoever they feel like. It's hard to miss them, especially when you log on to various platforms such as msn and facebook and start seeing messages from a same category of people commenting on one common aspect of things, you'll know something has happened. The thing is, they are all too obvious to be missed.

Of course, I get it. Everyone wants to have their say, to the public and, if not, their friends and amongst their social circle. Expressionism is one major aspect of post-modernism and it's only natural that everyone wants to have a share of the pie. But then and again, it's only through these kinda events that you can get a better understanding of the people around you. Those who posts hell lots of comments, and tries to comment on each and everyone's comments (chain reaction, eh?). Those who watches in silence except for a few clicks on "like" buttons. Those who spam in forums under a name that no one knows. Those who sit back and watches as the world go round (that'll be yours truly =D). And of course, theres those who post a comment, saying "who the F*** cares" and calls it a day.

Yea, I don't really like to comment on stuff. I'm the type who usually keeps my comments to myself, though I'll be happy to bombard some if you ask =D. Anyway, theres only two probable outcomes of such taglines and stuff. Either you agree with the flow, or you disagree. Well, if you agree, it's be a stereotypical way of commenting on the same event like the whole world does. Maybe you can apply a wit or two, but thats all. And then maybe some others will agree with you and, ya, end of story. And if you disagree, ho ho ho, people like me will be happy cause it's show time =D (sorry, im being a bit cynical here, for humor's sake, trust me). A heated debate will start and people will be bombarding comments here and there. Well, maybe there'll be attacks, vulgarities, and maybe people will dig into your background, info, bla bla bla. Still, that's what happens. Oh and maybe the little facade of the internet can shield you. Maybe, but then and again, watch what you say. It's better for your health.

Still, I'll stick to my fence. No comments, no likes or dislikes. Just watch as the days rot by.

A little preview

2010-08-23T18:21:00.002+08:00

Well well, as you all know, I've been writing some kinda script for school. Handed it in, and the feedback was that its too long. It's not really much of a problem 'cause I simply removed a scene from it. Guess everything good will come to an end, eh? I'm not saying that its good (it's not, trust me), but still, it's kinda said that no one can see it on stage.

Anyway, here's the deleted scene:

Act 2 – Family Boot Camp

Scene 1

Characters – Cecil, Examiner (voice)
Location – Examiner’s office

Examiner: Mmmm… Interesting. So your father’s job is something real special. What about your mother? Does she work?

Cecil: No. My mother is a full time housewife.

Examiner: So she is a normal housewife, right?

Cecil: Well. I won’t exactly call it normal, because it feels like Military Boot Camp at home, and I mean it literally.

Examiner (flat): … boot camp…

[Fade to black – end of scene 1]

Scene 2

Characters – Ian, Cecil, Patricia, Archie
Location – Joester household

[Alarm clock rings. Patricia enters]

Patricia (Shouts): Alright guys, [bangs frying pan twice with spatula] rise and shine!

[Ian enters]

Ian (sleepily): What is it, dear? What time is it …. What? Five-fifteen in the morning?!

Patricia: And I let you sleep in for fifteen minutes today. Aren’t I kind or something? Now, honey, go wash up.

Ian: But, dear, I just came back from Shanghai at 12 last night! And Why do we have to wake up so early every morning?

Patricia: So that you can bring those two for morning jogs. It’s for your health, so no more buts. Time to wash up. Now GO!

[Ian exits. Cecil and Archie enters]

Archie: [Yawns] … What time is it? ... Five eighteen?!

Patricia: The early bird gets the worm …

Archie: But the second mouse gets the cheese! Besides, we are not birds and we don’t survive on worms. That’s just plain ludicrous.

Cecil: And it’s Saturday! We don’t have school, so why can’t we sleep in?

Patricia: But you have your morning jog. Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten about that.

Archie: But mom, we are surviving on 5 hours of sleep during the weekdays…

Patricia: So sleep earlier. Oh wait, whose turn is it to wash the bathroom, is it you Cecil, or is it Archie …

Cecil + Archie: Bye, mom!

[Patricia and Archie exits, Ian enters]

Ian: What’s wrong with them? They seemed eager to use the bathroom. Having the runs this early?

Patricia: You all ARE running in a moment, aren’t you?

Ian: You know what I mean.

Patricia: Of course. And what took you so long? You’ve used the bathroom 15 seconds longer than the previous day. Wait, dear, when was the last time that you have washed the bathroom? Today should be your turn … [Takes out a toothbrush]

Ian: Eh, eh… (Shouts) Guys, morning runs!

[Ian exits]

Patricia: Gosh, with this bunch of nincompoops, it sure is hard to keep the family running. [Sizzling sound] Ah! My scramble eggs!!!

[Patricia exits]

[Fade to black – End of Act 2]

Maybe its true...

2010-08-16T18:05:00.004+08:00

A push cart lady in Flushing said this:

NYC is not hell, but it definitely is not heaven. To those coming from rural China, maybe it's heaven, but to those coming from coastal areas, it might be hell.

Well, maybe it's true. Just maybe.

No more Democracy!

2010-08-11T23:11:00.000+08:00

I don’t know what you all think about democracy, but I really hope that things are stuck to the way it is in Hong Kong. I don’t want democracy because …

I don’t wanna feel like entering a sauna parlor whenever I try to take the subway.
I don’t wanna pay 2 bucks for a subway trip that last either one stop or 20.
I don’t wanna see heaps and heaps of trash on the street, be it night or day.
I don’t wanna pay extra tax whenever I try to get a bottle of water
I don’t wanna pay 10% of “tips” when it’s actually service charge and it’s not on the recipe
And I definitely don’t wanna wait till everyone votes to get a bridge built.

Time froze?

2010-08-10T23:03:00.001+08:00

When I went on top of the Empire building yesterday, I said that I really liked the ornaments and design of the building cause it’s in 60’s/70’s theme, and that reminds me of rapture from Bioshock. Today, I wish I’ve never said that…

Okay, now I’m sitting in hell of a small hotel room – Pennsylvania Hotel. It’s 80 years old and I felt that time has frozen since then in this little hell hole. The bathroom’s utilities look like they’re at least 50. Okay, so the room is smaller than normal, but since it’s near Time Square, I’ll pass on the complaints. And then there’s the door. The doors of every room has a piece of arced wood glued onto it, and it looks like a casket cover (size, shape, material, everything). AND YOU BLOODY HELL NEED TO PAY FOR THE WIFI!!! Yea, so if you’re reading this, it’s written a few days ago and by the time this has been uploaded, I should be back in Hong Kong. Oh well, a few days of internetlessness is alright with me (what kinda word is that …).

And then there’s the subway. I walked in and the first thing I realized is not the messy layout or the ridiculous way to read the lines, but is that there’s bloody hell no aircon in the platforms. That means when you’re waiting for the train, it’s sauna time. Right, even if I can’t have dimsum in NY, I can still feel like one. Great. Oh and why the hell do I have to walk from one end to the other on some platform to reach the other platform after a few flights of stairs and a few turns, to find that I have to walk from start to end in another platform before I can reach the one I’m aiming for??? Really… which idiot is the engineer? He need to understand what the hell it meant by commuting. And then there’s the trains, they look like some steel product from the 50’s, enough said.

China town is worse. Everything looks like it’s from the pre-WWII period (30’s and 40’s). Shop houses with two to three stories. Loads of trash and deformed stuff and things… If Mcdonald food doesn’t have that hella many addictives and MSGs, I wont even want to go back to that Chinatown or what crap again.

Time really froze here… and for the first time, I wanna go back to Hong Kong or Singapore…

What does the tag says?

2010-08-08T10:49:00.003+08:00

Alright, so this hit and run tour brings me to Washinton (yea, hit and run because its 8 cities/2 countries in 6 days... on coach!). So whats there to do in this world class capital? Washinton Memorial! Ya, thats more or less the only attraction that I'm interested in. I'm not really giving much of a care about other stuffs, because there really isn't much affliation which I can show. Oh right, if you ever have played or heard of the game Fallout 3, you'll know what I'm talking about. It's post-apocalyptia there, and it's pre-apocalyptia now (well, i hope this apocalyptia doesn't come =D).

Yap, nothing much to do or think. I think I've jumped over fences for like 10 times in a row. Feels kinda weird, and hell I'm glad I didn't trip or anything. Nothing special or anything, apart from taking photos in a hit and run style, though I doubt that is anything worth mentioning at all. Anyway, somehow, I seemed to carry an invisible sign or tag saying that I am a "photographer" or whatsoever. Somehow people kept coming to me and ask me for a click. First is this weird chinese couple in the museum of natural hist (weird because they spoke English when I definitely look like Chinese because I am one -_- duh) and their phone camera. Then after that there's these dudes in the capitol. One with a camera who didn't even bother to check, and another with a cellphone, a pretty old motorolla model. Then there's these dudes outside Lincoln Memorial, who wanted photos of the Washinton Memorial. Theres this couple who actually commented on the photo saying that it's something that "money cannot buy" when I walked away. That made my day, really, or maybe week.

But then I somehow was late for the coach and they almost got fined for it... almost.

Because I won't be bothered when I get back

2010-08-06T12:25:00.002+08:00

It's 1230 in the morning here. I wanna sleep, but I know I won't write crap when I really do sleep, so I guess I'll just type a few words here, just to keep a piece of my mind floating in the cyberspace. Hmmm, 4th pitstop in Northern America, and that brings me to Toronto (reminds me of someone O.O). First, a big thankyou to Martin who said "What the f**k are you doing there?". "Not f**king". (duh) Anyway, yep, I'll keep it short for the sake of it.

Like what I've suspected, the most time I've spent on in this trip is "coaching" (not the handbag brand, the tourbus). I think I've spent more time in that darn coach than sleeping or anything else. Watched two movies in one single bus trip, and that went on for 2 days. And I managed to clear Paul Auster's Leviathan, a leftover book from last year's Lit and Art class. Glad I brought something to read, else it'll really be boring (dudes are sleeping, and they are sleeping more than me in the hotel, just like how my dad is snoring while I'm typing this little piece of junk). Yep, coach rides and on-bus movies are the best attraction, no doubt.

And have you ever seen a bunch of Chinese, walking in groups, taking a camera and clicking where ever they go? Too bad, I'm one of them. Look on the bright side though, I'm always the one behind the camera and never the focus of it. Not that I don't want to take a photo, but no one can take a proper photo here. I really can't bare looking at a piece of failed at, especially when I'm the subject (like hell anyone will look at it anyway =P). Oh well, I always go alone though, strayed off like a dog gone lose. I prefer to be alone, or at least with people that lives in the same orbit as me, and not a bunch of old farts (sorry, but that's true). But hey, it's not THAT bad, cause theres an auntie who commented on my photography and asked me to teach her how to take photos the way I do with a digital camera. Of course the photo I took is better, cause I always kneel down while I do. I mean, if a dude confesses to his girlfriend and asked her to marry him, do you think he'll do better kneeling down or standing? Get my drift? Good.

Well well well.... What kinda situation I have gotten my darn self into. I don't mind looking at new places. In fact, I like going overseas and stuff, but can I not do it in a tour? The amount of English I've spoken since I've landed is less than this paragraph itself (I'll try and end ASAP). It's not like I wanna make friends with stranger or whatsoever, but hey, I want to feel the city, the heartbeat of the metropolis, and not take pictures of churches-turned-attractions... and with a bunch of China dudes and their cameras...

I hope its true, my hope is not

2010-08-03T10:07:00.003+08:00

Ok so the guy who said he hates travelling is finally in New York. Fine, I accept it. I was dragged here, against the will of my own being. Anyway, it looks like things isn't really happening according to whatsoever I have pictured in my mind.

First off, while boarding the bus to the Airport in HK, I dragged my luggage on board just to realized that the whole bus had their luggage lie flat on the racks and I had no room for mine. What to do? Leave it there? I tried, but the driver said it will roll over. I sweared. Oh well, finally i stacked it on top of someone's luggage. Screw them, its their own darn fault for all these crap.

Then its the flight, my first 15 hour long distance flight. Pretty okay, except for the fact that its freezing when they are going through Antarctica and that I was able to sleep for like half an hour. I rather stick at home.

Then comes the immigration checkpoints or whatsoeveryoucallit. The lady asked "What are you here for?" "travelling (duh?)" "How many days are you staying" "Somewhat 2 weeks? (depends on how u count it, lady)" Then she asked "How many people are with you?" "I'm on a tour and I'm not sure" "What? Bla bla bla .... " I tried to get the tour guide, but she said forget it. Hope her name is not Camille.

K, so we're out. New Jersey, Newark. I don't know about everything but it seems that New Jersey is populated by black, and I'm sure it not part of New York (the tour guide told us that, screw him). Then that tour guide dude took us to a mall or something. Great, finally can have a stroll. Well, it's not your typical shopping center in Hong Kong cause it seems like they selling nothing but clothes, and almost everything has the word "made in China" printed on it. God bless China~!

First meal in US ... Burger King! Want my comment? ---> You won't see me ever eating it again when I'm in my right mind! Ya, thats it. Ok, the drink is pretty alright and its free flow (nothing suprising here). I got a chicken sandwich. What should I say ... its the same size as those in Singapore and Hong Kong for the starters. The chicken is ... it taste like some kinda hard boiled pork or something that is tossed into the bbq pit for a while. Yep, thats basically the taste. Hard and burnt on the outside. tasteless on the inside. I gave up after eating half of it.

A piece of my mind

2010-07-29T07:12:00.002+08:00

We can't think out of the box if we are living in one.

When the clock strikes twelve at noon, is it twelve hours after midnight, or twelve hours to midnight?

There's always something which Google cannot find, your door keys for instance.

Procrastination

2010-07-14T10:38:00.009+08:00

Staring at the blank screen

My heart starts to wonder

Will I finish on time

Or will I just die

Then I wrote my first word

But it sounded stupid

I deleted it

And the screen went blank

And now I’m dead

And now I’m singing this little tune

Though there is a lot of work to do

I know, always, work is, delayed

Until the moment before I die

And now I’m singing this little tune

Even though for now my hands are full

Just why can’t I clear this pile of crap

Before it’s too late

But that is simply not the way of life

Do not anticipate

2010-07-10T15:31:00.002+08:00

Tom

2010-07-10T15:21:00.002+08:00

Sitting in a dorm,
Switching on the com,
Staring at the mon,
Feeling like I'm Tom.

My tears dyed my face scarlet red

2010-06-08T16:22:00.003+08:00

My tears dyed my face scarlet red
Knowing this, it is not so bad
At least I couldn't feel the pain
Though I bet, nothing is in vain

Have no sympathy, be no bane
As I was never an insane
But heed this, you simplistic fools
You are nothing but lumps of tools

The day I rein, the day my might
Will conquer you, your every rights
Will be the day, you step aside
To honor me and be my bride

You have been warned, you Earthly ones
My face is not the only one
Be it Crimson or Scarlet red
The colour, you fools, have been had

Some heart rate detector

2010-05-21T05:47:00.000+08:00

Its custom made~ Want one?

Now what...?

2010-05-13T23:31:00.002+08:00

I just came across something that reminds me of a few theological theories which I've been taught some time back. First up, is a theory in Buddhism stating that ignorance is a source of suffering. I wont elaborate further and lets leave that as it is for now. Another theory, a Christian one, says that knowledge is sin. Remember the Adam and Eve saga? Yea, thats where the theory comes from...

So, from these two little theory, considering that both theories are true and considering that knowledge is the opposite of ignorance and vice versa, what I can contemplate from these is that, in order not to suffer, we have to sin ourselves and attain knowledge. Hmmmm... not really something which teachers want you to learn, isn't it? I mean, choose between sinning and suffering... I think almost everyone will opt for sinning, right? Who on Earth want to be born to suffer from cradle to grave?

Anyway, I think I'll sit on the fence and let nature take its course. Whether I sin or suffer, so be it. I can't help it, right? Its more or less a lose-lose situation...

Oh and I think I need a new pair of slippers.

... when I know I need a pair of slippers, I'm sinning (my wallet) cause I'll have to go and buy a new pair, but I'll be happy cause I have a new pair of slippers. And if I don't, I'll suffer cause my slippers will fall apart and I'll have to walk bare footed (and maybe a nail will get stuck on my toe or something) ... Yea, some nice little theory there @@"

Blehx

2010-05-10T02:46:00.004+08:00

K, I don't know what to write... Don't care =P

I'll definitely write something much longer later.

Oh and somehow I like to hug my guitar. Don't know why, and don't ask.

做不到

2010-04-28T22:36:00.002+08:00

看不懂或不想看中文的人抱歉了 -.-
久違的中文網誌 =P

...
開始明白爲什麽會對某些不知名的東西感到厭倦了
一開始會覺得有點莫名其妙
爲什麽總是有某些東西不太對襯
總是好像什麽出了軌似的

只是一點點感觸而已
但突然覺得我存在的"空間" 新的"空間"
...太虛偽了...
看看某些版上的留言
會發覺它們跟本尊所曾說過的話
出入太大了
可能我不太懂這軌道是怎麽走的吧
可是我還是比較喜歡以前的那一切

拜托
誰說他們無知
誰說他們單純
除了虛僞我從他們身上真的什麽都看不到
或許我孤傲吧
可最起碼我不懂得把自己隱藏起來
帶著面具很累
看著滿街的面具更累

你們的規範說真的我不懂
可那規範所意味著的
只有那股窒息般的反感
那好啦
我自己掉進什麽規範隨便啦
你們的面具我不會帶
你們的規範我不會懂
你們的一切還是你們的

只讓人看見自己想讓別人看見的
抱歉
我做不到

Finally, some fresh air~

2010-04-26T07:07:00.002+08:00

At last, i felt that my time is mine again.

For a starter, I seriously believe that writing in general has got something to do with your attitude. Why am I saying that? I used to be capable of writing something like a thousand words (English) in an hour or less, but nowadays it takes like two to three, or sometimes even four or five. Why? Maybe I'm giving too much of a damn about all those crap that I'm writing. Maybe. Well, they are just some random babblings, right? So why bother so much about it? Get to your point, throw it all out, add a full stop, call it a day.

Had quite a few assignments that was due in the past month. Life was like... "what? there another deadline coming up?" And to further reduce the already lessened time, I've somehow managed to clear Assassin's creed II and Bioshock 2 in this duration. Yay, screw those homeworks~~ Blehx, I'm not in particular found of writing, mind you. I just like to express my ideas of certain topics which, at some point, I find interesting. Oh and mind you again, when I say 'interesting', I meant those that me, myself and I consider interesting. If its out of the category, its out, and don't cry over spilled milk... thanks =D.

There just a few things left. Two finals, (screw them, I hate studying to é core) and two papers (I think I've mentioned that I don't like anything that is older than the 19th century... and I haven't. I would have mentioned it after this sentence =D). I won't be giving too much of a thought about those, so I'm sitting here, supposedly should be studying, but I'm babbling my way through in this little blog of mine and, yea, gonna shoot some zombie heads later.

Don't ask, cuz thats how things work for me.

Days without interent...

2010-04-07T22:56:00.002+08:00

I don't in particular know what the heck happened to the Internet connect at home. The thing is, it's down and theres no way in particular that I can get it to work. So the thing is... I am stuck in McDonald's using this free wifi stuff from my lappy and it's been a few days since this crap has started. Well, I had a presentation to rush or else I won't be bothered, and yes, I CANT BE BOTHERED, to go somewhere else to use any interent. But hell... that's life, isn't it? When your life is getting screwed in a perfectly normal way, something worse came by and screw it to a greater, much greater extend, eh?

Anyway, well, a few days off the line and I certainly did feel the significance of internet here. First of all, somehow I couldn't get anything work done, or rather I can't get myself to work. Maybe I'm too darn used to surfing the web, googling or wiki-ing stuff and writing those babblings at the same time. Well, maybe. But still, I guess thats the mode that I'm used to working with. Sitting here, looking at the comp, gold-mining using google. Mmmmm... thats how life works, I guess.

Another thing is that, well, somehow, without the internet, theres still hell lot of distractions here and there. I turned my attention onto my NDS. Ace Attorney is interesting =D Somehow, single player games are interesting as they are, and multiplayer ones are, somehow ... well, they have their charm, but their game mechanism isn't exactly all that rich in a few other aspects such as plot and etc etc etc. Multiplayer games are more action oriented, no doubt.

Speaking of single player games, why does Assassin's Creed II require an interent connection to play??? I mean, come on... It's only a single player game. Requiring an interent connection to play a single player game is ... dumb.

Windows start up music

2010-03-27T01:41:00.002+08:00

Was camping at the back of the classroom in lit and art class today, as usual. I don't really talk to the people there, not much at least. Not that easy blending into them.

Anyway, the instructor asked a peculiar question and the whole class went silent. I was switching my notebook then. After like 2 to 3 seconds of silence (tranquility to me), the Windows start up music of my notebook played... Of course, it broke the interrogating silence, and the whole class roared with laughter (though with some subtleness). Guess I screwed up again ... eh?

Oh well, at least I managed to broke the silence in a funny and acceptable way, though I'll rather I didn't.

Lost in translation

2010-03-20T12:50:00.003+08:00

I know I'm not that much of a righteous person. I know. I KNOW. Why? Cause I can't help laughing at someone when he or she screws up (mostly he, I don't normally laugh at girls). Oh well, sometimes its real hard try not to laugh at something that is hell hilarious, especially when that guy tries his best to make it look real cool. Cool my a**...

Anyway, heres what happened. Theres Chinese lesson, as usual. Our instructor asked us to translate some English brand names/slogans into Chinese. He split the class into 4 groups and asked for peer reviews after that. Well, the first one is this (Hong Kong IFC slogan) :

Be informed, be amazed, be shocked

And our translation is

體驗吧
驚喜吧
震撼吧

Well, I personally don't like the 吧 too much cause it gives a strong hint of "mainland" feel, but still, it has the most positive votes for the peer reviewing so I guess its still a nice little translation =D. Anyway, the second one is an American cosmetic brand:

Urban Decay

And our translation is

小城誘惑

I personally liked this one quite a lot. The 小, or small, sort of represents the size of cosmetics in quite a pictorial form. And then 誘惑, or temptation, here, brings out a hint of negativity which can be observed from the word decay. 小城 here defines a cosmopolitan state and its insignificance, which corresponds to the word Urban. The whole phrase than gives the reader a sense of significance that is embedded in a larger insignificant context, just like how the significance of cosmetics is enhanced though it is insignificant when compared to the rest in terms of size. Anyway, we got the most positive votes (again, ya =D), but the point is... theres one particular group which I find ... well, I beg your pardon but.... hilarious. To cut it short, heres what they wrote:

都市歷崎

When I first saw this phrase, what crossed my mind was roller coaster, or rides of some sort. Erm... seriously, isn't the adventurous sense kinda too strong here? It just reminds me of those theme park rides or tourist rides, like those city bus rides of a sort... -_- ... Then there's this word 崎 ... I know they wanted to rhyme with the last syllable of Decay, but ... do you have to? It looks real weird. And that really reminds me of 山崎麵包 ... -_- ... and I said that to my group in quite a loud voice... yea, the dude who wrote this must have heard... (that explains my intro paragraph)... oh and to make it worse, he wrote explanation for each and every word. Heck... so much for creativity... its too chocking -_- ... and that guy acts like hes such a pro in these crap and things like that (who else will give one whole bunch of explanations for 4 words?!) ... come on, get a life... ...

Oh and why am I writing in different chucks, point X for intro and conclusion, and point Y for the middle portion... Thats so ... Achebe...........

Grammatical

2010-03-17T01:43:00.001+08:00

You have some interesting points about Sontag’s thesis and you have clearly thoroughly examined Sontag’s book on photography. Grammar and sentence structure need a little more work. Good Work

Basically, I still suck at grammar. Blehx, so much for being singlish native...

改詞 - 還是剩我一個

2010-03-06T23:26:00.003+08:00

看到工程系的戰友們都要畢業了
突然有某些話想講
算了
就拿一首歌
把詞換掉
會比較貼切點

還是剩我一個 (說好的幸福呢)

曲：周杰倫

我們不是説好的　一起畢業呢
可是爲何還剩我一個　繼續在熬呢
你們穿的畢業袍　還是橙色的
相機斷斷續續拍著照　留作紀念了

快離開了　走了　別回頭就是了
快走了　去了　要散了
一開始的數學科　我還得F兩遍呢
有些科只讀到這真的夠了

怎麼了　畢業了　還是剩　我一個
我懂了　defer了　夠遜了　活該了
那堆F過的科　一一細數著　我再retake
GPA零點九的那個成績　還呈現著呢

你們走吧　就丟下　我一個
我錯了　承認了　成績呢　泡湯了
只是那張成績單還得保留著　還能怎麽了

你們快要脫難了　我還熬著夜
還記得以前那些功課　還是抄的呢
懷念那些source吧　以後就沒了
而你們離開這鬼地方　這就解脫了

照片拍了　帥了　畢業袍也穿了
滿足了　爽了　那我呢
告別的這小玩兒　我嘗過好多遍呢
只要能記得我就真的夠了

怎麼了　到頭來　還是剩　我一個
不捨得　捨不得　到最後　都散了
那熬過的日子　一一細數著　若再重演
那些無趣無聊又苦悶的課　我才不要呢

快點走吧　別對這　眷戀著
炒股的　教書的　什麽的　都好了
只是不要學我這樣還留在這　讀這些屁呢

怎麼了　三年了　還是剩　我一個
爛課本　八半課　那筆記　幾百頁　我快要挂了

別再等了　快一點　離開這
告別了　分道了　有緣的　再會了
只是那些一起頽廢過的日子　不會重演了

I'm starting to like it here~

2010-02-25T16:15:00.004+08:00

Well, to cut it short, there are two things that happened which I think that its worth mentioning. Something minor, trivial, but, yea, guess I won't start swaying off topic again, eh? =)

Anyway, I woke up late today, as usual (... doesn't sound all that great to admit this little habit that everyone has) and I have to reach sch within 30 minutes (which is literally impossible if i took the normal routine, which is train). So I took a cab. Well, IF everything went according to plan, I would have reached sch in time. But, nah. Somehow the cab driver missed the junction which leads to my sch (and there's only 1 along the highway). So what happened was, he have to drive for 5 whole minutes to the next junction, make a U turn at a possible spot, and then drive backwards, to my sch. Yea, that took an extra 10 minute plus, but thats not what's important.
The thing I want to stress is that, the cab driver stopped the meter after he missed the junction. I don't know if he thinks I know the way or not (well, I do of course, since I've been studying here for two and a half years) but what is important is that he doesn't want me to think that hes delibertly taking a detour or something. He apologized for the detour, and charged me at the rate where he stopped the meter. Well, I don't know what you all think, but I do have nothing but respect for his righteousness. I mean, its nothing important. The cab driver didn't have to tell me that he missed the junction. He can still charge me extra. I mean, who cares? It would definitely have been that way if I'm in Singapore. But, nah. He choose the way he think hes right. Guess I don't have to elaborate anymore, eh? =D

Oh well, I was late for the tutorial (as usual, I guess), but only half the class showed up so I guess its fine. Oh and I wasn't anything near agitated when the cab driver missed the junction. I mean, he doesn't charge me extra, so why should I complain?

And then when I reach home, I found a letter from some company - Octopus (for those of you who're in S'pore, an EZ-Link counterpart). Inside the letter was a little check of $5 HKD (a little less than $1 SGD). What happened was that, it's some money that got "eaten" by some vending machine (most likely in sch), the type when u paid but nothing come out. The funny thing is, it's only 5 bucks -.-, and if I am not mistaken, the mailing cost is around HKD$3.4. So that means that the company paid an extra $3.4 just to get $5 to me, which accounts for a bit less than 60% of total. Erm... I don't know what you guys think of this, but what I think is... is it necessary? I mean, of course, the company has my sincerest gratitude (man... I sound hella formal here O.o) but then and again, I've always been buying stuff from vending machines and there are many occasions when they machine "ate" my coin and stuff. I'll just frown on my luck and forgets about it. Nothing special, nothing significant, but I'm sure of one thing. I won't cash in the check. You know why? 'Cause its worth more than $5, much much more~

Come to think of it, they are always frowning upon the society, how crappy everything is, how a civilization is not civil and stuff. Screw that. There are people outside who are more moral, more ethical, more civil than you think. Don't get yourself glued to ur computer monitor or newspaper, but get yourself outdoor and see things for yourself. The world isn't corrupted, it's not apocalyptic, its just the minds of those miserable and pathetic university geeks who have their heads stuck to a textbook. Screw education, and get a life. The world deserves more than some pessimism from dudes who only knows how to read and calls everything apocalyptic.

$5 Check

Letter

Hey erm...

2010-02-25T08:12:00.002+08:00

For those of you who are reading this, do me a favor. Please leave a message or say hi or something!!! I know there are quite a few people out there who's reading all these babblings that I have written. How do I know? Cuz the counter is ticking~! Oh and I have a way to check, so, yea, don't buff~~~

Oh and why is my grammar getting from bad to worse? -.- I kept spotting grammatical mistakes and even extra words... Blehx, guess I've been reading too much. Schoolings do drive nut-head nuts...

No racism, but textbook teaches otherwise

2010-02-24T01:24:00.004+08:00

I never wanna say this but... you know something...? I don't, in particular, dislike other races or whatsoever (even if my attitude says so, it's just because i don't like that particular person) but after a month in a module that teaches African literature, I started to think otherwise. Ok, everything's in your culture: war, casual sex, the washing and reusing of condoms, nudity, big bellies... Fine! I won't dislike someone because I find washing and reusing of a condom is entirely gross (Imagine someone walking into a drugstore and asks for a condom, and the dude replies with something like "Sir, would you like a new one or a 2nd hand one?" ... gosh...what's wrong with this world...?!). Oh well, yea, I admit it, my likeness-o-meter of such has gone slightly negative. Slightly, like -1 or something (if it's countable).

Then there's the names that the prof want us to remember. Well, seriously, when you try to pronounce such names, either you're a native or your English literally sucks if you are capable of pronouncing them correctly. Trust me, it's worse that all those funny languages that exists combined. The likeness-o-meter goes down here a bit, too. Just a bit.

Then there comes the language. Funny phrasings, fine. Native languages, fine. But... some of them are not English!!! I won't be studying English if I am interested in anything that is NOT English, eh? As if I understand native African ... makes no sense... Likeness-o-meter got lowered again.

And theres the French movie. Yea... FRENCH. Well, I have got nothing against french as long as theres the subtitles, but theres this potato head that is so freaking tall and big (head) and he sits in front and the subtitles are at the bottom of the screen. Cool. I would have shot it if I had a gun (a little glock will do) in my hands -.- Oh and did I say that the story ends with 3 dudes peeing in the rain along a grass patch? Nice ending, eh? No one normally ends a day pissing in public.

Oh well, everything sounds fine, eh? Well, I won't say anymore but... yea... you get the picture...

Reading list

2010-02-17T19:53:00.002+08:00

- "On Photography" - Susan Sontag
- "Girl with a Pearl Earring"" - Tracy Chevalier
- "Heart of Darkness" - Joseph Conrad
- "Utopia" - Thomas More
- "Girls at Wars and Other Stories" - Chinua Achebe
- "To Kill a Mockingbird" - Vintage Lee

... hell... what got me into this???!!!

CNY

2010-02-14T17:48:00.004+08:00

It has just occurred to me that this is my first Chinese new year in hong kong since in like somewhat 9 years. Well, I was in Singapore for quite a while (7 years, pretty long to be called "a while" eh?) and I spent the last two CNY in Beijing and Singapore respectively. So... yea, that explains why I have not had a "Hongkish" CNY for like 9 years.

Nothing much. Walked down the street and the whole darn world is on holiday. And theres this drizzle... It suddenly feels like an apocalypse or post-apocalytia (Fallout 3 style). Lets not use the word "apocalypse" for CNY though, but the street is, for sure, filled with a certain creeping blight that seems to kept it empty.

Went to a few temples to say my prayers with my dad. If my memory is not mistaken, I haven't been to a temple on the first day of CNY, mostly because it's hell crowded. Yea, they still are. The amount of people cause one to feel the effect of growing population. Not to forget, there are joss-sticks and incenses everywhere, and you need to dutch those falling sparks, or else you can say bye bye to your clothes.

My dad got me one of those "divine labels" (i dont know how to translate it properly, so lets keep it that way) and its supposed to write your future or some sort (words of advice, I'll say) on it. Whether it works or not, its up to you. But then and again, its free, so why not? I won't say what's on mine (secret =D), but its not bad =)

Yep, nothing much of a new year. I don't really care about red packets... maybe I've grown out of them. Anyway, just hope that I can sleep more in this little escape from the morose little semester.

To do list

2010-02-13T00:06:00.002+08:00

Courseworks

-Readings x N (a few novels + a few stacks of photo copied crap)
-One essay on literature and art
-One stupid journal entry
-One fill in the blanks worksheet

Sch stuff

-souvenirs (concept + design?)

Domestic stuff

-pack my room (its in a mess...)

Others

-Game, and some other practices
-Do more exercises man... getting more "pooi"

Not much of a holiday... eh?

Erm... what should I call this?

2010-02-09T19:41:00.002+08:00

After drawing that logo thingy, well, the first thing that came into my mind is that... is it really suitable for hoodie/t-shirt designs? And considering that the previous one was a trashy piece of work... well, even if we get it printed, it wont be good enough for shirt designs. So... I came up with another thingy, this thingy. Seriously, I haven't thought of what it should be, or what to call it. It look like a ghost, but I believe that it is a bubble of some sort. Oh well, leave the name aside. guess this will look fine behind our backs =D

Symmetrical version (the middle line is supposedly the zipper)

Vista Antivirus Pro 2010

2010-01-28T21:46:00.003+08:00

When I switched on my comp today, theres something extra (or rather, many extras) that popped out. Well, somehow, a program called "Vista Antivirus Pro 2010" has found its way to my comp. It does nothing but telling you that your comp is infected with this and that. I wont want to say it but I have ran a few adaware scans before hand and it is not really possible for my comp to have THAT many viruses (a few hundreds it says ...) when adaware says 0. Anyway, I clicked "delete infected files". It prompted for license... wth?! So it's asking me to pay, eh.... Guess Microsoft learnt something from google ad =.= I then googling our little antivirus friend here. Guess what? It says firefox is a high risk item. IE then ... another high risk item. Well, somehow I managed to get into firefox after a few task manager shutdowns. Googled the programme, and found that the first page consists of only instructions on how to remove it. Hell fishy, eh?

Anyway, here's a little something that I've found while googling this little antivirus or so-called. http://www.bleepingcomputer.com/combofix/how-to-use-combofix

It's a useful cleaning program. Try it if somehow u got that retarded "Vista antivirus pro 2010".

logo

2010-01-17T03:38:00.007+08:00

Finally...! After almost three darn weeks, I've finally completed this little logo. Man... seriously, I'm not going to do anymore digitalized toning work on the comp until I get a tablet and gadgets of those sorts. Well, at least I've did my share and I don't care what others think but this is kinda satisfactory, though not the amount of time and effort put in.

Anyway, these are the explanations which I gave for the logo.

When it comes to logo designing, there are plenty of ways to create the symbolic image that one wants. The most conventional way is to design a simple picture or diagram that represents whatsoever it should, and then have the name of what it represents written somewhere near the picture (and maybe including a tagline of some sort). Another way is to simply write out the name in an artistic, special or weird font. Such designs should be consisted of 5 colors or less. Well… that is the conventional way…

For our ‘Shawprano’ logo, I did not follow such rules which many MMCs have used for their logos. One thing is that this logo will only appear for a few times, so who cares if its simple or distinctive in whatsoever sense? Another thing is that this logo might be used for t-shirt designs or something in the future, and so the more it should be complicated and expressive.

Concepts

Theme

-Ice/Crystal fragments
-Curved lines

Techniques

-Thick lines are used to segregate the main structure of the logo (such as word formations and backbones) from simple fragments.
-Color fills and toning are done at the spot between two intersecting lines so that a crystalline effect of some sort can be achieved.
-Lines do not bend, but rather curves and intersects
-Two layered toning and coloring are used to enhance the tone range

… that’s about it…

Symbolisms

-The ice fragments represent harmony. The many different crystalline fragments defines the different attributes that we all have, such as backgrounds, physiques … … etc.

-The lines represent the complex and all rounded ways used when dealing with related matters.

-The lines that stuck out represent how protrudent the society aims to be.

… more to be added …

Yep, that's for the explanation and below is the logo. Enjoy~

Pencil Sketch

Outlines

First layer toning

Finalized version

Flip colour~

Colourized in four different colours

O.o

2010-01-08T17:40:00.003+08:00

Ya ya... Sch's starting again ... Day after day, year after year, cycle after cycle ... it's the same ordeal ... I'm not hoping for an end to these though, nor am I trying to look for some changes, cause every time, its different people, different lessons and a different experience. No wonder there still are dudes playing counter-strike and warcraft III. Hmmmm... It still seems odd to me. Why are these dudes playing games all day? I mean, you won't get anything out of it, physically that is. But who cares? It's fun~ It's interesting~ Gosh, now I know why some of my friends (I used to call them retards and I still do) gave up on studying and went full time gaming. Well, I think I see their point. As long as they can feed themselves, who cares, eh? Well, I won't exactly say that I like to study (who does?), but I can find a point of interest in whatsoever I am doing at that point of time (unless I got fed up and tell myself 'screw it', that is). So... I guess this coming semester won't be boring at all =)

陌生

2010-01-07T19:36:00.005+08:00

我諗呢篇野我應該都係用粵語黎打吧
因爲我唔想某人睇得太明
唔睇就最好 =D
(看不懂廣東話的請跳到最後一段)

anyway
大概一個禮拜前
有個算得上係朋友既人黎呢度玩
幾日後佢飛走既時候
除咗 "甩難了" 我腦裏面咩都諗唔出
點解?
明顯地同呢幾日有關喇~

首先講下呢位算得上係朋友既人先
佢大過我七年有多係異性 (大佬們... 唔好諗太多)
平時當佢係傢姐咁
至於點認識其實係打機時認識既 (我有N個網友 - 正常果只)
不過其實之前佢已經話想黎
話咗兩年有多架了
不過我成日搵唔知咩理由黎推佢
通常都話要讀書吧
而且我返新加坡時我都唔會搵佢
其實講真呢次之前佢畀我既印象已經好差
成日嫌呢嫌嚕又成日話全世界都針對佢
仲成日埋怨呢樣果樣
大佬... 関我屁事吖?
不過算喇
既然依傢放假你話想黎咪陪你幾日囖
反正冇下次

好喇
條友黎喇
第一日佢話佢點半機
我大概點九到到機場
等到兩點半放棄
去咗食飯
邊食飯邊隔兩至三分鐘打一次畀佢
然後三點我開始燥低 (過幾日先發覺我燥低得太快了因爲仲有大把機會)
再等... 冇意義喇
我搭車閃人
好喇到到三點三坐緊車
條友終于打黎
話佢打緊的去酒店
話搵我唔到
咁我問佢點解唔打黎
佢話霎時間唔記得我既電話儲存咗係邊
... 好野你贏 ... ...
到到迪士尼已經係唔點半了
好彩迪士尼冇咩行
冇所謂喇可能之前溝通得唔好
不過呢個只係第一日...
後面既仲精彩...

好喇到到第二日
本來約好咗九點係地鐵站等
因爲佢話八點起到身
我九點兩個字到到約好咗既地鐵站 (唔係常去所以我唔熟遲咗)
一開始我都戇戇地咁以爲自己遲咗會唔好意思
不過去到唔見人
等...
到到大概十點兩個字
條友打黎話啱啱起身
話自己電話冇電唔記得叉電
冇野講 ...
係度白等咗成粒鐘而且仲係地鐵站
條友又冇用得既手機所以我又行唔得開
唔可以去商場行下或餐廳坐下 (當時未食早餐... 而且天氣鬼死咁凍)
只好好似個電燈柱咁企係度
好喇... 既然條友話出緊黎咁唯一可以做既係...
...再等...
到到大概十一點九個字
條友終于出現...
話唔見咗房鎖匙...
算我唔同你計較
至於剩餘既時間大致上都算得上係和平
除咗條友成日投訴話唔鐘意逼之外
都冇乜大事發生
不過好戲在第三日

呢次我冇咁蠢再約時間了
我叫佢出門時打黎一次到地鐵站時再打黎一次
九點八打黎我十點出門佢十點二再打黎我十點四到
要佢等十分八分縂好過我等成粒鐘
好喇換酒店去廟拜拜
到到新既酒店放低行李搞下呢搞下嚕兩點半出發
第一站女人街
去到女人街行咗大概半個鐘我同佢講話轉頭再返黎買野
費事攞住一抽二掕周圍走
本來諗住同佢行埋廟街同柏麗大道
不過一出到去就問我我係唔係搵緊地鐵站
咁我就話我諗住行去順路可以睇多啲野
佢就話搭車去第二個景點唔好曬佢時間...
...我已經浪費咗幾多時間係 "等" 上面了... ...
算唔同你計...
搭地鐵條友開始畀面色我睇 ...
到到尖沙嘴站我就開始番我"導遊"既呢份工作
一出崇光 (去海旁嘛~)
第一個見到既係太空舘
我就開始介紹然後問條友去唔去
佢便回答你帶我黎呢度就係爲咗呢個?!
... -.- ...
然後再過多幾步到到海旁
好喇再做番我既 "導遊" 工作
佢今次就話 "你咁早帶我黎做咩吖都未天黑我寧可去買野"
... -.- ...
... 帶你周圍走係你叫既 ... 咁勁就自己一人行喇 -.-
好喇我都開始起火既然佢以爲我趕鴨仔搵佢苯咁我就黎真蹬佢波鐘囖
我就同佢講我依傢帶你黎係想你日抖同夜晚既景都睇到因爲等陣我地會坐渡輪來回睇景
佢信...
然後再帶佢去星光大道再蹬多啲波鐘 (反正唔使入場費)
好喇佢心情好返啲我都易做啲

跟著天黑了去食飯
佢話肚痛...
大佬... 肚痛咪屙屎囖
同佢講話去九龍公園
佢話唔鐘意公園廁所
唔緊要...
然後就要去隔離警署既廁所...
... 大佬玩野吖? ...
咁我就緊係喪叫佢去公園既廁所喇
ok 終于畀我説服佢去公園既廁所
又再等多半個鐘
出黎諗住好地地去食碗雲吞面
一去到我就問佢要唔要試下魚蛋
佢一口就話佢唔食魚蛋
點解? 因爲如果魚蛋臭佢會成碗唔食
大佬... 呢度係香港吖...
好喇叫咗野喇
條友又開始埋怨
話食錯野之類
我好心問佢好返啲未佢一句就剷過黎邊有人屙一次就好架
...
我就話我係咁
佢就再剷多一句個個人體質唔同
好囖我唔出聲囖多講多錯少講少錯唔講唔錯
食完睇黎條友好似覺得雲吞面唔錯
因爲心情好番 (我未)
佢就開始睇髮夾
五蚊一只果種
睇咗成粒鐘
算你唔好發脾氣就好了
好喇再去返女人街
行咗幾行買咗少少野
然後就話對呢度好失望
因爲買唔到平過新加坡既野
大佬... 如果新加坡有而香港又有你買黎做乜呢...
特登係香港買...
算我唔同你計
好喇返酒店喇
約第四日點
呢度就真係頂唔順了
問佢幾點佢就話應該係我決定至啱
... 第二日你好似遲到遲咗三個鐘喔...
然後佢就又開始埋怨話一日都係我搞到佢買唔到老婆餅
.... -.- ....
ok 咁就九點囖
我就講話我可能會遲到因爲酒店比較偏僻 (大角嘴)
佢就大聲話唔緊要佢九點就會咗係度等我
如果早知佢咁講我就同佢賭一分鐘一百蚊...

好喇閃人
但條友話明要老婆餅
無所謂你黎香港我係有責任招呼你
但係十二點要去邊度搵老婆餅吖大佬...
好彩我住佐敦因爲廟街附近有間餅屋未關
雖然得兩個老婆餅不過算喇
好過冇
然後到到最後一日
好喇條友應該訓夠喇
因爲如果賭一百蚊一分鐘我應該可以賺到三千蚊
條友果日心情好明顯靚過前一日好多
因爲佢開始講扮好人好似尋日冇嬲過咁
咁就一直到到機場
直到佢入閘
直到我同自己大聲講 "甩難了"!

唉
條友都係有問題架喇
因爲我同佢講話香港咩都有翻版
就連廁紙都有翻版
而tempo係正版
條友有病到去買兩條tempo返去做手信...
講真收到呢份手信真係唔知笑好定喊好...

講真
你來到香港玩
做朋友的也只想你玩得開心點
這也就夠了
要我白等五六個小時我無所謂
要我這幾天花千多塊我無所謂
要我每天睡三個小時我無所謂
要當我的話是耳邊風我無所謂
要我淩晨去找老婆餅我真的無所謂
可是要是你發我脾氣我就真的受不了了
回去後你所道的謝你所讚的美
我在裏面只看見了你的虛僞和無知
別以爲我稱你一聲姐你就可以爲所欲爲
抱歉
我們之前只是最普通不過的朋友
而現在呢
我們只是互不認識的陌生人罷了
若你看到
以後別找我跟我講話或寄信給我
以後別來香港
以後我去新加坡你也不會懂的
因爲
我們只是互不相識的陌生人罷了

Puke

2009-12-23T12:27:00.003+08:00

Been long since I've posted something here. Well, when writing is all that you do, the fun of it seems to be missing somehow... Yep, hope that I can write more in the future (though I highly doubt so).

Anyway, remember how they used to tell you school not to use singlish words while talking to a foreigner (Caucasians) in English? And how the word 'puke' is labeled as a 'singlish word' where Caucasians won't understand a single bit of it. And remember how its shown in 'child not stupid' (小孩不笨) that this particular word is a word that all foreign Caucasians won't understand? Well, here's the good news: They are all WRONG!!!

Why? Well, as a matter-o-fact, this word originates from the west itself. Here are some quotes from dictionary.com:

Puke verb, puked, puk-ing. noun
-verb (used without object), verb (used with object) Slang
1. to vomit.

-noun
2. vomit.
3. a. any food or dink that is repulsive.
b. anything that is contemptible or worthless.

Word Origin & History

puke (v.)
1600, probably of imitative origin (cf. Ger, spucken "to spit," L. spuere); first recorded in the "Seven Ages of Man" speech in Shakespeare's "As You Like It." The noun meaning "material thrown up in vomiting" is form 1961.

http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/puke

So... Here you go~ Puke is not a word that originates from Singapore, so you dudes out there teaching or whatsoever, don't be so full of yourself~~~

And how come all of a sudden I've thought of such an repulsive word? Well, as a matter-o-fact, this word appeared in the game left 4 dead 2 (an American one, obviously). It so happened to describe an item that is of a bottle containing some vomit of an infected called "boomer". One of such appeared in the following quote:

"Is that a bottle of puke?" - Nick

So if some idiot ever tells u that "puke" is a singlish word", punch him.

Suggested references

2009-11-29T05:47:00.003+08:00

From Question Paper:

On conversational Maxims:
- p.129 – p.130 of your textbook.
- Grice, P. (1989). Studies in the Way of Words. Harvard University Press
- Mey, J. (2001). Pragmatics: An introduction, page 76-77. Blackwell.
- Wardhaugh, R. (2006). An Introduction to Sociolinguistics. Blackwell.

From Wikipedia:

References

Mey, Jacob. 2001. Pragmatics: An Introduction, page 76-77. Blackwell.
Wardhaugh, Ronald. 2006. An Introduction to Sociolinguistics. Blackwell.

Well... I'm not trying to say that the tutors are slacking or whatsoever, but then... even if you wanna copy something from wiki, don't make it so obvious that the page numbers are kept... I mean, it'll only make it much less convincing when profs are saying that wiki sucks or whatsoever ...

... Man, I better find my own references...

D+

2009-11-25T04:21:00.005+08:00

其實越低分越好
最起碼證明我沒被牽著個鼻子走

喜歡的只是即興與自由
不喜歡也只有規範與束縛罷了

也許會覺得我高傲自大
怎麽看悉隨尊便吧

但請別忘記
就是這麽一份自大才承托得起那麽一份自尊
也就是那麽一份自尊才會讓一字一句潤而有力

好多時候會覺得
槍和筆其實沒區別
要經過磨煉要對準目標
還要一份堅定的自信
才能使一切直入心扉

當對自己的能力有所懷疑時
抱歉一切已經太遲了

所以說別的科
若派爛分我還會有點感覺
可這門課說真的我一看到我的分...

笑了

笑
是因爲這分並沒代表著我的能力
笑
是因爲這分沒有削弱自我的肯定
笑
是因爲我所經歷過的地獄並不是一兩個膚淺的成績可以印證的
笑
也是因爲能更清晰地回顧以前的一切

回顧爲何總是討厭學校的那麽一個規範
爲何總是不能認同別人的觀點
爲何總會尋找那麽一個 "這不是絕對的"

抱歉
還是那麽孤傲
還是那麽任性
還是那個自我
還是那麽一句

就算與天為敵就算遍體鱗傷最後還能笑著走出來已經夠了

的士

2009-11-13T20:58:00.003+08:00

久違一次的搭的士會學校
要不是因爲今天得交功課
要不是因爲我坐在電腦面前超過二十個小時
弄到腦袋有點麻麻的
我也許也不會這樣的豪吧

上了的士很快地便和那司機聊了起來
也許我那麽一個習慣到現在都還沒改變吧
可我還是那樣可以跟任何人閒聊

那司機一開始便問我爲什麽搭的士
好奇怪的一個問題哦
說真的這位大概大我三十餘年的司機
講話未免太直了吧
我便回答了幾句
然後這司機便提到所謂的 "緣分"
... 幹嗎好像進了佛堂似的... ?

然後當這司機知道我是學生的時候
便開始講了很多關於自己的東東
例如他怎麽喜歡讀書可有因爲錢而沒辦法繼續之類的
我覺得還好吧讀書不一定是唯一的出路
然後他便問我我將來有什麽理想 (好有小學 feel...)
我便蠻坦然地會答我喜歡讀書 (我承認我當時沒睡醒)
然後那司機便說了一大堆關於讀書有關的東西
然後便說我這年紀的人很少會像我這樣
他說自己喜歡讀書因爲自己喜歡寫作
我自己也認同了我是這樣一個人
可他也說我這類型的人人生應該會蠻孤獨的
我笑了孤獨這個詞對於我來説一點都不陌生吧?

再來就是什麽學科該讀什麽學科不該讀
他說他只有唯一一個學科他推薦 - 哲學
因爲你讀完了你最起碼學會做人
最起碼你看懂了這個世界
也問了我爲什麽我不去讀哲學
我便回答說文學也是差不多吧?
(我當然不敢講說我認識一個因爲成績爛得可以才進哲學的人...)
然後他也講了一科他最鄙視的 - 法律
他說律師只是有錢人的"狗"
會爲了錢而不顧一切
我不能否定他啦... 可還是覺得法律跟哲學未免也有點雷同吧?

然後講到這個社會 (奇怪... 15~20分鐘的車程... 談到的東西也未免太多了吧...)
我說不說你連我這二十初頭的都已經看透了
這社會累了也已經變質了吧?
可又有誰又能力去改變這一切呢?
能做的想做的只是一個無名的旁觀者
我也說我很久沒看報紙了
不是說我不想跟著這塵世的脈搏而跳動
只是看到的有多少真假有多少虛僞能分辨嗎?
重要嗎?

那司機便聯係到宗教
他說他很崇拜宗教的哲學
他是無神論者可他能看出宗教的真理
社會上假如每五百每一千個人
只有一個被感化了只有一個沒變質了
宗教也會盡量去挽回那麽一個人
也會感到值得

還好吧...
下車時不懂爲什麽這司機講了一句話
就算以後感到孤獨也不要難過哦~

嗯嗯
說真的
這司機對他以前是沒有讀什麽書他的世界也許也只有那麽一個狹窄的空間
可他的人生觀他的人生哲學並不會比任何一個我在大學遇到的人遜色

未

2009-11-13T06:10:00.003+08:00

一把未曾彈過的吉他
一只未曾玩過的遊戲
一幅未曾畫好的塗鴉
一座未曾整好的模型
一篇未曾寫好的文章
一間未曾整理的房間
一頓未曾吃完的晚飯
一套未曾看完的劇集

還有...

一些未曾兌現的承諾

... 你們 ... 還好嗎?

Fictional realism

2009-10-31T01:48:00.003+08:00

Saw this from one of the critics...

"The secret of writing successful fantasy fiction is not to make all things indeterminate and possible, but to alter only a single, isolated aspect of reality."

I don't know who said this, cause the author did not quote it, but it's safe to say that H.G. Wells mentioned something similar in the preface of Seven Famous Novels, cause that's where the author said he got the idea from. Anyway, it continues ...

"In other words, to be believable in producing this kind of fantasy one may write a 'what-if-pigs-could-fly' kind of story, but one needs to limit it exclusively to flying pigs. Introducing flying human beings, for example, would be to break the rules."

Well, it's kinda interesting, though it may not necessary be true. I mean, if this rule applies for almost every fictional story, then it will be kinda boring, right? Though I do tend to believe that it would be a lot easier for someone not so experienced in writing to write a fiction that consists only of one altered reality (not that it'll be easy, but easier at least). Oh well, it's always easier to learn realism before working on fantasies and imaginations...

Oh and erm, for that flying pigs part, what if someone looks like a pig and has a figure of a pig...? Will he or she be counted? ... interesting...

Suicidal

2009-10-19T22:43:00.002+08:00

The prof talked about 'Falk' by Conrad during today's modernism class. Knowing me, I wouldn't have read the text before hand... ok, I'm not slacking or what, and I did read through everything for previous lessons, but I seriously don't want to describe the state I am currently in, so please, spare me from such reoccurring torments...

Anyway, the prof talked about how the ship the main character was on got lost on the seas, and how the they ran out of food. Then the prof talked about how sailors started to commit suicide (including the captain). How one dude simply jumped off, and another dude let got of the ropes he is clinging on and stuff. Then the prof went on to talk about how the main character and another few started cannibalism, of which they've started eating their fellow deceased shipmates...

Well, nothing interesting here, eh? The thing is, I didn't read the story, so when the prof came to me and asked for my opinion... like always... (It's not that I'm a loner, but blame the fact that I'm the only male in a class of 30 for sitting alone...) ... and of course, having not read anything, I can only come up with something based on the professor's depictions. Well, this is what I said.

"When professor you are describing the sailors who committed suicide, one though struck me. When a sailor jumped into the sea, I can't help but think 'Ahhhh~ there goes another day's supply of food!'... and when another sailor jumped into the sea 'Noooooo~ another day's meal is gone!'... "

The professor labeled me with 'utilitarian' ....

Oh well, who said lit is boring?

Dread

2009-10-19T00:17:00.000+08:00

Will keep this REAL short:

I DREAD WRITING

K, that's it for today~ =P

After the Apocalypse

2009-10-15T20:06:00.002+08:00

亂寫了個故事 (學校要求)... 見以後都唔會有機會用所以我就放咗係呢度~

It was year 2381, five years after the baptising of Earth by the notorious Nuclear Apocalypse, of which it is an atrocity caused by the Nuclear War, or the Fourth World War, launched by both China and the United States, two of the strongest nations then. Of course, the whole world fell into a post-apocalyptic era as all nations disintegrated, be it formally or not, and most life forms, including humans, were annihilated. There were a certain fortunate few, such as myself, who managed to survive the apocalypse in underground facilities when the bombs fell, though not many had such an honour. Some, who were rather lucky, turned into ghouls after being directly exposed to radiations, and many others simply vanished. Settlements and communities were built, of course, as rapidly as they were being destroyed, though they are comprised mainly of scrap materials and ruins which have escaped the malevolence of the Nuclear War.

Two days had passed since I’ve started my journey to Elysium, currently one of the most populated human civilizations. Concrete and trash rubbles clattered under my feet as I dragged myself on. Scotching rays from the sun had taken away most of the pleasure of the journey, especially since there is no possible form of shelter anywhere as the surface of the Earth is both naked and bared. A little rain would be good, I thought, though the irritations caused by irradiated rain isn’t all that pleasing either. Other means of transportation is literally impossible. Not only is it because that nothing can possibly manoeuvre through these grounds, it is also a fact that fuels such as petroleum, too, ceased to exist after the Nuclear War as the whole world was set ablaze.

After another hour or so of walking, the façade of the gates to Elysium greeted me with solemnity. Elysium might be a community lain in ruins when compared to any form of architecture before the Nuclear Apocalypse, but none can dismiss the fact that this is the place with the most advanced form of human sophistication. The city is barricaded by scrap metallic plates in an irregular array. The houses too, as I realized soon enough, are being built with nothing more than scrap metals, of which they are shaped into something cubical and are erected intrinsically in a disorderly manner. Architecture here is different from where I came from, where most buildings are fortunate enough to still be standing, though barely, and habitation inside one is possible.

***

I located the inn as soon as I have familiarized myself with the city, a city with a population of around two hundred. A waiter greeted me as soon as I step inside the inn, a ghoul.

“Ah, a lone wanderer. What would you like?”

“Martini, please,” I said, and soon enough my curiosity got the better of me. “You’re something special, aren’t you?”

The ghoul smiled as he fetched my drink. Bright red defacements can bee observed from all of his visible skin. Eye sockets, nose, lips and ears are not visible features of his head, which took the shape of his skull. Hair, too, is scarce as only a few strands are visible. A minute or so passed and he came back with my drink.

“There’re not many of my kind around here. Not many of us are socially welcomed outside Underworld. I’m fortunate enough to have been offered a job by the keeper.”

Underworld is a city where communities of ghouls reside.

“Nah, you look fine,” I lied.

“Thank you,” the ghoul grinned. “We feel better that way, even if it’s just a lie… You know, many condemned our appearances, and it’s not pleasant at all. We were just unlucky when the bombs fell, and did not have the fortune to die. So… what brings you here?”

“I’m looking for someone,” I replied. “He has been involved in some projects a while back… and the Enigmatics is kind of against it.” The Enigmaticstics is a self-proclaimed government which appears after the Nuclear Apocalypse who owned one of the two remaining radio broadcasting stations. It should be noted that almost all forms of communications and media, be it wired or wireless, have disintegrated. Even as such, a few power plants miraculously survived the Nuclear War.

“The Enigmatics…” the ghoul spoke softly. “No one likes them, their egoism and pride, but no one really gives much of a thought about them. No one knows where they are, though I’ve heard that you can trace them with their radio wave.”

“Yes, I’ve heard about that.”

“Ah… But if you are seeking the Enigmatics, you should head for Paradise Lost and consult the brotherhood …”

The ghoul paused as his naked eyes gazed upon the silver pin on my collar.

“… I didn’t realize that you’re one of them… my deepest apologies…”

“It’s alright,” I replied as I emptied my glass. “How much was that? Oh and how much is it for one night?”

***

As soon as I’ve gotten my keys, I settled myself in my room. A vague sense of metallic and dusty stench filled the room. While making my preparations, I can’t help but to let my thoughts run wild. What has become of this world? The Nuclear Apocalypse came and gone, and everything should become tranquil once again, or at least this is what the destiny of humanity deserves. But no, chaos never ceased to reign and catastrophes never ceased to thrive. It’s pointless. Humanity has already lost everything and the rubble outside is more than enough to proof just that.

This is year 2381, five years after the Nuclear Apocalypse. Most life forms are annihilated and most human sophistications lies in oblivion, but not war.

Random ppl

2009-10-04T17:23:00.003+08:00

It's not that I don't like to make friends, else there won't be anyone to play L4D/CS with. And it's not that I don't like to talk to strangers, cause that's basic social interaction. But what I can't understand, or like, is someone adding me on msn, pretending that I am someone they know in real life but in fact I'm not, and tries to squeeze answers of those W questions from me. Well, that's what happened yesterday.

Ok, heres what happened. Someone added me on msn and started to pretend that I am someone who that particular person who has added me knows in real life. She said that she's a female, somehow, and I seriously don't care what her name is, since her add is so pathetically random. Anyway, she started babbling some nonsensical stuff, about how she got my msn and how I'm just putting on a facade when I'm saying I don't know her, though she gave up soon enough.

Well, I seriously didn't care, till the following day (today), she started asking for something relatively personal.

She started asking if I know Chinese.
I typed a few sentences in Chinese.

Then after a while, she asked for my picture.
I changed my msn display pic to one of my own photo.

Then she asked what sch I'm from.
I babbled my sch name (as if she knows...)

Then she asked if I have a gf...
I replied saying "No, cause I'm too ugly"

Then she asked for my phone number... ... ...
I said "no"
Then she said "I hate you" and threatens to block me
I replied "I don't mind"
and she blocked me.

Seriously, I felt nothing but gladness when she did that. I mean, seriously, what the heck happened? I've been blocked by some utter stranger saying that she hates me cause I refused to give my phone number out? Man... as if those commercial and advertisement calls aren't enough of a bother... Gosh... the ludicrousness of this world is really incorrigible...

L4D2 ...?

2009-10-03T17:48:00.002+08:00

Just saw a L4D2 pre-purchase poster on steam. Here's what they've written on it:

Left 4 Dead 2
Pre-purchase now and SAVE 10%!

PLUS:
-Early access to the demo
-Exclusive in-game baseball bat
-Be ready to play L4D2 the moment it is released on Nov 17th

Just wondering... how many of you feel that this kinda "promotion is attractive"? Oh and for your information, L4D2 is priced at 49.90 before the 10% off, and 44.90 after the 10%. ... ... ... Valve ... admit it, you guys are in tight financial situations, and you guys are desperate for money in any and every possible way...

Games = Pain

2009-09-26T22:15:00.003+08:00

Alright, since Davin said reading Chinese is far too troublesome, I think I gotta type this one in English, no matter how reluctant I am... Mmmm yea, just came back from a little walk. Got a new laptop. Well, come to think of it, it should be my 7th comp which I owned in my whole life. Oh well, if you count those DOS and windows 3.11 ones, that is.

Got some accessories and walked passed a game stall. Saw a few of the titles which I wanted: Resident Evil 5, Red Faction Guerrilla and Batman: Arkham asylum. People who knows me well enough will know what a game freak I am. Anyway, after around 1 second of mental struggle, I got all 3 of them for 800 HKD. Pretty cheap when I compare that to the pricing in steam, which adds up to around 140 USD (around 1100 HKD). So... 3 games down, 2 more to go (Assassin's creed II and bioshock 2... screw L4D2) Oh and the new Need for Speed (shift isit?) looks kind of promising. Undercover is crappy, though Most Wanted is pretty epic if you ask me. Not that Most Wanted rules or anything, but at least it's better than it's predecessors.

So currently, there's 3 great (currently) titles sitting beside me, while I am trying to work on the 2 presentations (both of them are kinda heavy) which are due on the day after and on Wednesday respectively... YES! I CAN FEEL THE PAIN! Man.... seriously, why can't they come out like a month earlier?! 2 or 3 days is all I need to clear 1 game... blehx .... T.T ... ... ...

Why is Batman:AA 18+ only?!?!?!

陰盛陽衰

2009-09-14T18:54:00.004+08:00

首先我得説明我真的不懂該放什麽做標題
我懂這標題會有點噁心
可我真的... 江郎才盡了 (雖然我是沒有什麽才華喇...)

嗯
今天第一次上現代主義課
還好啦
全班包括我有三個男生
嗯全班有大概三十個人吧?
其實算好了
不過唯一的問題就是
另外的兩名兄弟
都只是來坐坐的
並沒有真的選修這門課
他們說對這議題感有興趣
而且這段時間蠻空閒的
所以就來坐坐囖
所以實際來説
全班只有我一個是男的......

救命吖!!!!!!!

發生什麽事了???!!!
班兄弟呢?!?!?!
我自己一個是生存不了的喇!!!
前晚去單挑然後全部被幹掉是嗎???
拜托...
上一次上課的時候還有大概十個八個男的吖...
真的...
突然覺得好可憐吖...
救命...

八半

2009-09-10T02:11:00.002+08:00

一想起要上八點半的堂
就會有片刻想起以前預科時候的情景
早上六點就要起床
七點得到學校
然後八點上課上到下午五六點
現在回想起來
在大學上八點半的課
其實算蠻好的喇
第一
我不是得連續十個小時上同一些苦悶的課
第二
八點半我也曾經上過
其實也不會怎麽地難受
只是早期罷了吧?
呵呵
這種回歸預科時候的感覺
其實也挺懷舊的啊
唯一希望的是
別再像預科時候那樣在堂上睡着了...

Shesh

2009-09-09T00:04:00.002+08:00

這世界自主權去了哪裏了?!
幹嗎我寫一些比較感傷的東西
就開始有人會來問我
"what's wrong?!" / "what happened?"
拜托...
一些感言而已喇...
一些爲了對得起自己而寫的話
是不是我一定要滿口粗話才算是正常?
是不是我動不動都要說 "去死了你" 或 "信不信我打死你" 才算正常?
好啦好啦
獨白其實也是一種自我反省的好方法哦~
其實吖
對自己說一大堆無釐頭的話
一些連自己都看不懂的個人哲學
其實蠻好玩的
嗯
而且要怪就怪facebook喇
整天事無大小有事沒事都會把握網誌的東東丟上去
所真的
我真的想把一些類似笑話的物體放在這
可這也未免太牽強太奇怪了吧?
還是留著
等有機會見面的時候才講吧~

嗯嗯
不過我還是得感謝那些問了問 "發生什麽事" 的好友們
畢竟我沒想到小小的一篇或幾篇胡言亂語可以觸動到你們的反應
我不太會説話
不過
嗯嗯嗯
真的很謝謝
=D

好人?

2009-09-08T18:25:00.002+08:00

好人其實都挺難做

好多時候...
... 沒有人會理會你所做的一切
... 沒有人會認同你所幫的忙
... 沒有人會感謝你那無謂的付出
... 沒有人會明白其實你可以不幫
甚至 ... 沒有人會察覺到你的存在 ...

不過
若果我會因此而變得虛假變得現實變得爆燥
我做不到
對沒人看得到
對沒人會理會
但我還是會盡力去幫我自行認爲應該幫的
還是會做我自己應該做的

不我並不認爲我是好人還是什麽
我只是讓我的潛意識帶領我自己
抱歉我從來都不認爲我聰明
所以我不懂得分辨對與錯是與非
但
若果我連那麽一點事都不幫
抱歉我做不到

多年以後...

2009-09-07T22:43:00.006+08:00

...還會像這樣聚在一起嗎?
...還會記得彼此的蹤影嗎?
...還能擁有那無邪笑聲嗎?

...還是已懂得虛僞現實了?

開學了~!

2009-09-07T02:08:00.002+08:00

嗯
又開學了~!
新的一年
新的同學
新的學係
不過說真的
我從來都不喜歡改變
就算是某些避不了的變化
也只會靠時間來淡化
所以我不擅與跟不太熟的人溝通
也不太喜歡做某些新鮮事
雖然我自己本身的適應力並不差
但我也需要時間去慢慢了解
我真的不是那種見了一兩次面就可以暢談的
慢慢摸索對方舉止與談吐的習慣
我才會放膽去開口
嗯
所以我也應該會慢些才交到朋友吧?
不過
避不了的啦
還是準備開學吧~~~

guitar~

2009-09-01T23:40:00.001+08:00

Trying to pick up my guitar skills again
Got a replacement for the broken 5th string
Been HELL LONG since I've played
Its all back to zero...
and my fingers hurts (left hand) after a few hours of practice
...wth...

Childhood...?

2009-08-31T19:11:00.002+08:00

Just wondering, did I ever write about my kiddie days? I don't mean the days when I'm an idiot for no reason or whatsoever. I mean the days of my primary school and stuff. I guess I didn't talk much about my primary school days, eh? Oh well, perhaps I really should write a bit on that.

Hmm... where should I start? Maybe I'll start with my living environment. First and foremost, my dad has two apartments, all thanks to my mom. One of it is in Kowloon, and the other, Southern Hong Kong island, beside my school. So I will mostly be talking about the one in Hong Kong isle, cause I've stayed there for at least 5 days a week. Yea... Well, anyway, I have never considered myself someone who lived in poverty or something, and I will get lectures from my dad if I ever mention something like that. But the thing is, my living environment during my primary school days is ... well ... lacking. A lot of typical metropolis sophistication, such as electronic gadgets, cannot be found in my home. Well, my primary school days lasted from somewhere mid 90's to the end of 90's, so during that era, it's quite typical for families to have some sort of entertainment and domestic electronics at home. Not my case. Alright, lets count what's there in the apartment which I lived in. Fridge... Radio... Telephone... some books in simplified Chinese which my mom got from some sales .... and basically that's it. It's true, there's no television, no computer, no comics, no toys...

It's not that bad, cause I still have a telephone (in the living room) and a radio. Yea, so basically, each night, apart from some dull and dry and travail homework, its radio tune-ins. The reason my mom gave me (and my dad to a certain extend) for not installing a TV is cause it will distract my studies (and for heaven's sake my age was like single digit then). As for comics, its bad for my eyes (but I have close to 900 degrees myopia now ... so its ineffective after all) and it will distract my studies as well. And toys, well, seriously I don't remember the reason for throwing away my toys ... ah yes, cause they will affect my studies as well (recycling of the same o' lame of an excuse...) I used to have a game boy, those big and old and black and white ones, but my mom threw it away cause, again, it will affect my studies. Strange enough, my grades aren't all that great in class. I'm always near the bottom in terms of class positioning. My grades started to improve only during the later years of my secondary schooling, of which I had my own comp, comics, toys (well, not much then), and television of course. So what does all these banning and restriction do? Well, to make my life as freaking miserable as possible.

Things aren't really that better in class. The thing is, I used to cry a lot. And I mean A LOT. Erm... typically once per every other day? This kind of habit left only after I reach junior college (which is like secondary 5/Pre-U 1). Well, I admit it, people don't like dudes who cry (as if I can help it), so people normally pick on me simply for the sake of it. I won't hold grudges cause it's pointless, but hey, all that I can say is, that's life. Seriously, my childhood reminds me of Nobita from Doraemon. A dude who always cries, always being picked on, and screws up almost every other thing he tries to do. Blehx, sounding kinda pessimistic here, eh?

Anyway, yea, the world is unfair. It always is and it will always be. Nevertheless, when it's unfair, why was it biased against me? WAS, and I'm not complaining about anything current, though I still believe that things can be fairer...

:-)

2009-08-27T22:07:00.002+08:00

已經不是工程學係的學生了。看著那班（算是）舊同學在趕他們的畢業專題作業時，心裏真的有一種感概，跟一絲的悲哀。他們真的挺努力的。趕工的趕工，採購的採購，找資料的找資料（也有一兩個頽廢的頽廢）。眼看他們就要畢業了，這幾天都會聯想到爲什麽我會浪費多一年的時間來追求別的學科。

說實話，我會堅持轉科是有我的原因的，而肯定不止一個。我會常常跟人說不喜歡或不想讀來做藉口。對，是藉口。皆因原因實在太多了，多到我自己都記不起某些。其實，我的確是對這一門學科沒有興趣，可這也並不代表著我的執著和我的爛成績。

其實我很討厭數學。一來我自己不喜歡那種埋頭苦幹的東西。自從高考以來，我就明白到數學是一定要埋頭苦幹的，而當你閉關修行的時候，你真的會與世隔絕。這感覺真的很爛。可這不是唯一不喜歡數學的原因。其實，可能我說出來會每人相信，可我真的，真的，真的很討厭抄功課。還記得有一次在小學的時候我抄了一次功課，就那一次。被老師發現了。老師沒有罵我，而是帶著一種悲哀的語氣對我說：“我寧可你跟我講你沒有做，我也不想你抄功課。”說完，她就走了，也沒有罰我什麽。真的，這種語氣和這句話真的會烙印在心裏。所以從中一開始我就沒抄過功課了。中學還好啦，看見別人抄功課，還是別人問自己拿功課來抄的時候，我都無所謂的。因爲反正他們的功課，就算是交了，也不會影響到會考跟高考的成績。他們不做事他們的問題，我也懶的理他們。可上了大學就不同了。所有功課都有算分的。我承認，我自己做的話我不確定我會拿到什麽樣的分數，甚至某些我真的不會做。可我身邊的人，全部還是一樣地抄，什麽都是抄。那些自私的傢伙就別提了，可全世界都是在抄功課。

有一次，當我見我的附屬教授的時候，我便跟他提起：“我不想讀工程了。全世界都是在抄功課。”然後那教授（名字就別提了）便跟我說：“對，他們的確是抄功課，這世上也不可能有一個制度可以壓制這些。但他們抄功課，最起碼他們及格，而你有嗎？” 這番話聼了之後，真的會覺得人生再也沒有什麽光彩了…… 嗯，還記得我進來這大學的時候第一志願是放化學，第二是放電腦科學的（好像只放了兩個）。至於爲什麽會給我電子，我就真的沒頭緒了。可因爲這教授所說的，我，真的，不想再讀跟數學或科學有關係的東西了……真的厭倦了。所以，第一年的時候，我便嘗試用我高考的成績來報讀港大，可最終都沒被錄取（因爲我已經是大學生了）。還記得有個朋友收到通知書，說只要高考兩個B就可以入港大社會科學學院了。當時我真的很想說：“若你進不了，讓給我吧，我夠，我夠分！” 算了，不是我的永遠都不會是我的。所以第二年的時候我便計劃了一些轉主修的計劃。

嗯，其實讀什麽真的是命運的安排跟作弄吧？一開始的時候，我真的沒想過我會想讀英文。文科呢，在新加坡給別人的感覺也是挺爛的吧？可來到香港就真的不同了。回想起在我校這幾年，真的，是運氣牽引著我。要不是那天剛好看到某科英文有位，要不是跟那教授談了一些，要不是那教授叫我再讀多一科，我，真的，可能也進不來這學係了。

-.-

2009-08-21T19:05:00.000+08:00

-.-
真的
我個blog好似死下死下咁
可能需要換下個theme吧?

我似...?

2009-08-20T19:48:00.002+08:00

前幾日同班小同聚了一聚
我同佢地講話我轉咗去讀文科
有人講 : 你個樣似係讀文科既人
我似...?
講真
我自己無權話我自己似咩
但若果要我話我自己似咩
我會話我似一個連大學都入唔到
似一個遊手好閒一無是處既人
點解?
似唔代表示係
我似咩
其實係越奇怪越好
咁當我可以顯出否定那些論點既野既時候
我所霸佔的記憶碎片便會更大塊
=D

被tag了?

2009-08-20T10:11:00.002+08:00

大家都應該知道facebook是何物了吧?
最近有某些相片
是什麽不說了
有一堆幾乎有我人頭的我都被tag了
至於另外一堆幾乎所有人都被tag了除了我
嗯
其實感覺蠻奇怪的
也可以說是挺矛盾的
第一堆我好想說
哇靠一個小白痴在那裏不懂幹嗎
做麽要tag我呢?
第二對我也好像說
爲什麽全世界都被tag了
除了我
是我被遺忘了嗎?
還是... ?
嗯還好吧
沒什麽特別感覺的
可能我是那種總是會對現狀不滿的人吧
若是把我遺忘了
最好這輩子我都聼不到你們的消息
那會好過一點
嗯嗯
有開始有點情緒化了
哈不懂幹嗎
這一陣子都是這樣

=/

2009-08-18T14:13:00.003+08:00

我承認我並非聰明 Mensa不應該收我
我承認我脾氣很怪會有朋友已經是奇跡
我承認我知識淺薄世界上有太多事我真的不懂
我承認我野心很大常常會設些無可能的目標
我承認我喜歡裝酷到頭來只會讓人更加討厭
我承認我懶惰得很努力只是一種愚蠢的掩飾
我承認我語文不好錯字錯詞錯文法總是與我圍繞
我承認我是個白痴做什麽都只會帶來麻煩

但

我就是我

Been long... ?

2009-08-16T14:09:00.002+08:00

Been quite a while since I've written something here... two months to be exact =D Well, first of all, in case some of you didn't know, I'm studying literature. As for reasons being, talk to me in private if you want to know =D .... and for heaven's sake, stop calling me lit prof, I'm no where near that kinda standards........

Anyway, yea, got the feel of orientation. How retarded we have to be, well, I think I will leave it there. Did a module on Buddhism and, hell, I am pleading anyone who bothers to read this, don't ever take anything religious... a B for an essay based module... seriously.... And I hate cod...

Yep, thats bout it. Nothing much has gone on for the past months.

Left 12 Dead

2009-06-12T18:16:00.005+08:00

Most of you must have heard of the game Left 4 Dead. It's a simple co-operational game which 4 survivors, or players, are put up against a horde of zombies of various kinds. Simple? Well, here's the deal. The number of survivors are increased to various numbers such as 8, 12, 16 or more. Same map, same game, same guns. Nonetheless, it triples the number of survivors, triples the bullet, triples the amount of zombies and triples the fun. Maybe this sounds like some kind of world war 2 games, such as day of defeat, where the enemy now are zombies. Well, that's not exactly false, since the game is designed for 4 players cap, though now we have a chaotic rush of players from one safe room to another. Reminds you of the epic team fortress series. Oh and did I mention that most of these servers are in expert or advanced level? So it means that you'll have to watch out for friendly fire as well, and when tank comes, run like hell.

To search for custom servers, simply type "openserverbrowser" in console and filter the servers according to the amount of players inside/allowed. There are other special servers such as minigun mod (where u can build miniguns) and infinite ammo.

Players in the safe room (in spec)

War-like, eh?
One for all, all for one
When you are incapacitated, you are never alone
Climb climb climb~
A strong sense of Team fortress

This is what happens when a boomer burst

L4D vs KF

2009-05-20T04:34:00.002+08:00

L4D = Left 4 Dead, KF = Killing Floor
Both of them are zombie killing games which can be found in Steam.

L4D: the most irritating sound comes from the pipe bomb, which draws zombies toward it.
KF: the most irritating sound comes from the trader, which sounds like a mistress in front of a brothel (no offense but it really sounds like it to me) and draws all the players toward her. (try not to look at the portrait and you'll get what I mean)

L4D: Either you must travel around (campaign, versus) or you are stuck at a puny map which, even if you move around, you hardly call it traveling
KF: Travel or camp, your choice

L4D: Free guns at certain spots
KF: from the trader: "guns don't grow on trees"

L4D: You have characters of different age, gender, race, occupation... it's a harmonious society~
KF: All military men. Who cares? We are here to kick zombie asses!

L4D: There are special infected and normal horde
KF: All infected are special

L4D: You have bots for your teammate if you don't have 4 human players. Every game is like a movie (rerun).
KF: No bot teammates. No movies or stories. Only your team and the zombies on the stage.

L4D: You don't have to care what's behind, it's the past.
KF: You weld your own doors and make your own maze.

L4D: USD $44.99
KF: USD $14.99

範

2009-05-13T08:07:00.002+08:00

過幾個鐘又要考試了
不需準備
兩個小時
又是寫文
不懂爲什麽自從進了這間學校后就有一種對文章的興趣
啊~ 又想起那個某某某的通識 aka General Paper
繙了繙那本習題簿
看了看那些例文
噢~ 發現自己有很多想跟那作者鬥嘴的衝動哦
以前一直以爲他們寫得超好
現在突然覺得他們的觀念好老套好舊好悶
真的一點創意都沒有
拜托這些應該是某某某老師寫的吧
自己突然默認了自己的想法比他們精彩和有創意多了
再繙了繙
真的很想罵自己笨呐...
爲什麽那麽簡單的科目我以前也可以考不好???
我以前的現實感應該跟現在大同小異哦
幹嗎以前每一次要寫文就好像世界末日似的呢
現在看見這些題目
這些例題
這些所謂的範文
真的覺得我又浪費了自己幾分鐘的時間了

開工啦~~~

2009-05-06T14:48:00.002+08:00

有來到得開工的時候了~
久違的一切已經等得迫不及待了吧?
就讓這一次最後一次
呈現我的能力與一切
實現對自己的約定
只不過這次我應該不會再上載某某某東西來讓大家欣賞了吧
還是沉默比較好~

言

2009-04-23T18:40:00.002+08:00

有睇開老夫子既都應該會記得呢段對白吧

武松: 他們是我救命仙人!
大番薯: 我們不是仙人!
老夫子: 我們只是凡人!
武松: 可是我親眼看到法術!
老夫子: 我跟你解釋, 我們不是這個時代的人, 我們是你們的後代, 座一種機器來到現在... 你明白嗎?
武松: ???
老夫子: 也就是說... 我們是變出來的, 我們是遊客! 我們的時代用電力! 二十世紀就是你們的未來...
武松: ????
老夫子: 秦先生換你來説!
大番薯: 他們不會明白的! 我都不明白!
秦先生: 我? 我...
好啦! 我來同你講!
朋友! 我! 新時代人! 你! 舊時代人! 明白啦? 秦始皇你知道啦! 他比你舊! 我也姓秦! 但係無親戚關係! 哪! 劉邦, 唐明皇就比你們舊, 而你們有比我們舊, 再説乾隆他就比你們新, 當然我們比乾隆更新了... 我們呢! 係科學時代, 連五臟六腑都可以換新, 我們是新潮的產物! 流綫型的! 因爲新的東西很多... 我們就要上學學很多東西... 所以在學校就得上這些無聊的化學, 物理, 代數, 每次都打瞌睡, 每次都考一個又一個又圓又大的鴨蛋... 成績不好會找不到工作, 假如不會電腦根本像文盲一樣! 每天... 都要... 我們時代的人類要到月亮去訪問嫦娥! 在太空要發掘更多的資料! 爲了生存, 我們要坐火箭到宇宙去! 用極大的科學力量! 做出更好的... 魚蛋雲吞麵... 然後是狂牛症, 循環利息, 恐怖份子, 綁票勒贖, 臭氧層破洞, 生態破壞, 生化武器... ... 跟著彗星撞地球...
乒碰!
乒碰!
啪!
地球張嘴一笑
世界末日就到
然後就大吉利是!
(咚! 秦先生暈咗)

天

2009-04-22T14:38:00.002+08:00

這幾天在忙著寫一篇關於否定神的文章
當然我並非對任何宗教有什麽不滿
也並非對任何信仰有非自然的想法
不過有某些定論也許也蠻對的
首先當死亡已經不再是恐懼的源頭
而死亡變成人生的一部分的時候
而向神明祈禱也沒用的時候
人們是否得繼續祈禱著呢?
而且當同伴逐一被惡勢力吞噬的時候
人們是否得繼續相信這這些與生存無關的信念呢?
死亡並不只是這些否定的源頭
如果這個世界上唯一存在著的只是虛無
如果仁義道德變成了生存的絆腳石
如果語言已經不能傳達人們的概念與理論
如果天擇與犧牲是生存的唯一道路
那信念又能做什麽呢

算了太深奧了
連自己也搞不懂
也許很多人會講這些是上天給與人們的試驗
雖然奪取上百萬人的性命的測試也未免太過分了吧...
哦剛剛看漫畫的時候也發現了幾句蠻有趣的話

"若果你是上帝製造的那就是上帝對你的粗製濫造"
"你的聲音連上帝製造的雞也比不上啊!"

題

2009-04-16T15:32:00.003+08:00

上次那一篇文我用了死亡和不朽做題材
寫得不太好吧?
可能是因爲我對詩還有點恐懼和陌生
而且我還沒有讀過一字頭的科目呢
現在一跳就跳到三字頭的...
是我在玩弄自己
還是要挑戰自己的極限
我自己真的也搞不懂
也許這些文不能當作是比賽的吧
概念已經超越了我應有的水平了
所以這也不必講了
現在的問題也許只是要表達得更清楚
也得表達的更簡單
可是也不能從中變得單調
不是一朝一日能練出來的吧
嗯, 功力方面就這樣算了
至於題目方面我也想好了
就寫關於恐懼吧
用猶太文學來寫就最好不過了
大屠殺的恐懼或許只有他們才了解
與無原因的死亡的邊緣擦肩而過
也許那種感覺和經歷才能顯示出恐懼的真諦吧
唯一的問題就只是在於這篇文也得跟宗教有關
所以現在我應該去讀一讀聖經的舊約吧
唉... 讀完基督就得讀猶太, 下個學期還有佛學...
真的好像變成了在讀宗教...

無聲

2009-04-16T05:56:00.002+08:00

我記得我預科一的時候
化學老師曾經講過
考試一個月之前生病是最好的時候
因爲那就可以肯定你考試時不會病
嗯, 還有一個多星期就考試了
這時候先來病也許晚了點吧?
雖然我很多時覺得自己並非一個很會埋怨的人
而且也覺得自己在某方面的忍耐力也是蠻強的
但這並不代表著我是一個不説話的人
事實上這些應該是相反的吧?
很多時候都會對身邊的人講一些無聊的話
生病了也很自然而然地變成口中的話題了囖
可是就是因爲病了, 喉嚨很難出聲
嗯, 唱歌就不必說了
我也默認了我自己唱歌超難聽
但連講話都會結巴的...
其實也是挺無奈的吧
是痰作怪也好
是喉嚨自己不爭氣也罷
其實這些原因不太重要吧?
因爲就算我了解了事實的發展
了解了喉嚨到好似被針插的原因
這也並非代表著我能從中尋找出醫治既方法
所以這些並非重要囖
只要瘋狂地吞葯就行了吧?
話説回來
可能是因爲我的性格是那種不喜歡把自己的想法藏在心裏的吧
因爲不能把心裏頭的聲音說出來其實也蠻痛苦的
把自己心中的話曡在一起
有時候也會產生一種怕它們會被遺忘的恐懼
雖然每一句都並非重要
但那些奇怪的概念, 每一句所蘊藏著的信念
也許沒什麽人能理解吧
這些其實也沒有什麽哲學或之類的東西喇
說自己想說的話
做自己想做的事
世界就是那麽的簡單
一次不成, 下次再來
機會不在也沒什麽好遺憾的吧
說不出來的話語就暫時讓它們沉默這一陣子好了

Hairless

2009-04-10T22:48:00.003+08:00

Shaved my head today.
Well, its a lot more cooling than I though.
Oh and you still have to wash your head with shampoo =/
And the hair grow pretty fast, it has only been 1 day and its already 1mm long
Hmm, maybe I should sleep more, so that it can grow faster
Ah well, who cares?

Wanna see? Next time, not now =P

我, 我和我~!

2009-04-08T02:19:00.005+08:00

夏天就到了, 長頭髮既時候已經漸漸遠離

從年頭就已經有那麽一個念頭:

我要剃頭~!

我自己也不懂爲什麽有那麽一個可算是極端的想法

不過總覺得頭髮長也會是一個煩惱吧?

剃之前, 拍些相來留念先~

不過我不知爲何

在某些相裏我超像個女的哦...

大概是因爲我頭髮長而皮膚又白吧?

不過算了啦, 剃光頭之後就不會像了!

問卷 - 續

2009-04-06T17:23:00.002+08:00

Isn't the force of the online population a scary thing? Been created a little quiz on facebook for like 3 days and 17 thousand people have taken it. There isn't a need for advertisement or anything. I just start doing the quiz myself, and one or two person starts to follow. Everything then starts to propagate and tada, there comes 17 thousand people. Of course, not everyone liked it, though there are definitely credits in looking into why the Internet is such a strong driving force.

Well, actually it isn't hard to create something that is popular. First and foremost, its easiest to borrow ideas and ideals from somewhere. This little quiz I've based on death note (well, needless to say, look at my blog and you'll know why). This series on ethics of death is quite popular in both manga reading and anime watching societies alike, even though I wrote the quiz in Cantonese. Well, these ideas aren't really original, though you can always write whatever you want in the quiz under the name of the series, right?

Perhaps another thing which is worth mentioning is that its most appropriate to have some catchy answers for the quiz. It's true that there aren't much to comment about, but your imagination is always yours. So I guess you can put a little sense of humor and sarcasm here and there to enchant your little quiz's answers. After all, people tends to post their answer on their profile and put a little sarcasm of their own. Well, that's the interne's trends, so don't ask me why, I am solitude of it.

One minor little other thing is that the results from such quizes are highly inaccurate, so its most probable not to take it in any serious manner. Oh well, not my problem.

問卷

2009-04-04T19:12:00.002+08:00

Facebook 永遠都有自己的 "風"
之前有一陣子有好多人玩什麽蠱惑仔
我都有玩=D
現在還在玩=D
然後再有一段時間好多人tag公仔相
無人tag我, 所以我無tag人
就算有人tag我, 我都唔會tag人
因爲覺得無聊
然後有一段好長好長的時間
Facebook民 (簡稱 Face民又或者非民)
整天都在寫什麽notes既問卷
我好似有玩過下
不過又係無tag人
而現正在流行一種阿application的問卷
天底下什麽問題都有
就算天上的問題都會有
問題真的是七奇八怪
不過有好似都幾好玩
所以我都有玩
不過玩了玩, 又覺得好多問卷質數太低了
所以便開始自己寫問卷
別見怪, 我自己的功力也是零
那至於我寫什麽問卷呢?
你見到我個網誌所用的主題就知道啦~
當然是同死亡筆記有關係的東東~
有興趣吧?
有的話去玩玩 =D

http://apps.facebook.com/q-cieijcpjfitrsztqz

It's april fool~!

2009-04-01T20:43:00.002+08:00

It's April Fool again~!

There's Nothing much interesting this year though...

Perhaps except for those pile of homework in front of me.

Doesn't it strikes anyone odd that how boring and uncreative April Foll has always been?

I mean, little minor pranks here and there and everyone called it a day.

School and companies should send out retrenchment and expel letters.

Of course all these will be unethical, though it will be highly interesting.

Or maybe the government can play a part to make all these a wee bit more interesting.

Like cutting the power for 10 minutes so that everyone will have something about this "dark" April fool to remember about.

Oh wait, I guess those businesses will have a lot to complain, and I can't type my blog either.

Yea... that won't do... ...

Well, came across a few of Gandhi's quotes a few days ago while on a gunner job which I hope is the last.

You must be the change you want to see in the world.
There is a sufficiency in the world for man's need but not for man's greed.
Mahatma Gandhi

Alright, there's really nothing much to it as they are pretty self explanatory.

Well, I cam across the second one first so I think I will trash talk about it for a bit.

Sounds like some sort of apocalypse huh?

I mean, everyone is greedy more or less.

I admit it, I am greedy to some extend, though I hope its less when compared to most (I don't want to know).

And many people will simply say that it's natural when they come to an inner struggle of greed.

Don't you always?

Perhaps it's humane to be greedy?

And ethical too?

Or perhaps not?

Well, it's not that I know much of it.

Nor am I anyone to comment on such.

But nonetheless there are still credits in thinking of these kind of matters.

It's the nature of every human to try to be better than those around.

That's why there's schools.

And that's why meritocracy is a success in most schools, if not all.

And meritocracy is also a success when implemented in working sectors as well.

So perhaps we can say that greed is what shaped the world today?

Or even that the world today is driven by greed?

I mean, if there's no greed, the economy will not be that robust.

And the economical recession will not happen if there's not that kind of economy to start with.

There won't be that many people out there being rats in a ridiculous race.

There will never be technology (you will never want an ipod and apple will never want your $).

So basically, this world is greed driven.

But then, if that's the case then the world will never be enough.

I mean, there's not enough for everyone's greed.

Oh well, greed is the driving force of most capitalist states.

Communist economy is something of the past right?

Even China is having a capitalist economy.

Though there are still a reluctant few.

Such as North Korea.

But look at the food shortages there.

There's not even enough for needs, so so much for greed.

Which means apocalypse is coming huh?

Oh well, as long as it's not zombie filled like what it looks like in Left 4 Dead then I think it's alright.

Everything have to end.

So much for it.

As for the first quote, it really is nostalgic.

We must be the change.

Hmmm...

Kind of profound here huh?

It means that we have to acquire the skills to remould the item we wanted a change?

Or does it means that we have to be unified with changes?

Perhaps simply being a part of changes will do, though we have the responsibility to ensure that it is going on the right path.

Everyone is changing I guess.

I am.

So are you.

So have you found the change you wanted dearly yet?